yesterday was crazy.
last night John and I were driving the PP1 for work on Ryan Rd.
After losing control and swerving several times, the load we were carrying's weight was unstable and uneven causing our truck to flip over and skid on its side for almost 200 feet.
No Seatbelts.
Doors that barely open and dont stay shut.
Surrounded by sheet metal and heavy equipment.
We flipped and skid on the passenger (my side) side, John landed on me as i kept my cell phone in one hand, and the other hand keeping the door shut as were skidding on the road, with my feet out ready to go through the windshield.
somehow i possitioned my body perfectly.
we got out through the windshield.
Police-
Firefighters-
First Aid-
Tows-
All that Jazz.
i have a few cuts and bruises, and of course my worse one is under my asscheek (from keeping the door closed)
John- same thing. Both walked away with minor injuries.
all i kept thinking is, wow, either im gonna watch my best friend die or im going to die with him.
i dont know how we got out, or WHY god let us live that one and be fine but im mega greatfull cause someone was watching over us , no doubt.
that was my first near death expierience.