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On my way home from work yesterday, a drunk driver turned left illegally into on-coming traffic and I hit him at about 45 miles an hour. He was carried off via ambulance, I opted to wait for Dad to come get me I didn't care to add to the trauma of being rammed, my car annihilated, and about twenty thousand people rubbernecking to watch me blubber in terror on the side of the road at five o'clock rush hour traffic.
Apparently there is now a criminal investiation under way if this guy survives the accident. The car was stolen according to the owner, with stolen plates that didn't match the vehicle, and as the other driver was injured they couldn't immediately get any of his informantion I guess.
I know I look like someone has beaten me with a two by four. I have a cracked rib, sprained wrist, two hematomas the size of grapefruits, whiplash, I damn near bit my tongue in half, and I feel sorta like someone fed me down a garbage disposal. As you can see via the pictures on my myspace, my car is dead. But I am not, and I am grateful, if still a little baffled, that I was able to walk away from such a horrific wreck. God bless Angela, Bridgette, and Robert-- all strangers that say what happened, and stayed in the brutal heat to hold my hand for an hour until my father got there, all of them gave statements to the police backing up my story. None of them knew me from Adam, they didn't have to stay, or be so kind. Bridgette literally sat in the grass on the side of the road and held my hand after she'd gathered what personal effects she could from my car after the firemen assured us it wasn't going to blow up. Robert took out his digital camera and started snapping pictures of my car, the scene of the accident, the other driver's car. He e-mailed them to me within a few hours. People can be shitty, there is no doubt about that. The drunken idiot in the stolen car shows how little respect for other people's lives and well being some people have. But the three heros that helped me, and stood by me, they are proof that people can be selfless, and good hearted enough to make me cry every time I stop to consider their kindness.
So anyway. If I am more hermit-y than usual for a week or two, this is why. Love y'all.
<3
Apparently there is now a criminal investiation under way if this guy survives the accident. The car was stolen according to the owner, with stolen plates that didn't match the vehicle, and as the other driver was injured they couldn't immediately get any of his informantion I guess.
I know I look like someone has beaten me with a two by four. I have a cracked rib, sprained wrist, two hematomas the size of grapefruits, whiplash, I damn near bit my tongue in half, and I feel sorta like someone fed me down a garbage disposal. As you can see via the pictures on my myspace, my car is dead. But I am not, and I am grateful, if still a little baffled, that I was able to walk away from such a horrific wreck. God bless Angela, Bridgette, and Robert-- all strangers that say what happened, and stayed in the brutal heat to hold my hand for an hour until my father got there, all of them gave statements to the police backing up my story. None of them knew me from Adam, they didn't have to stay, or be so kind. Bridgette literally sat in the grass on the side of the road and held my hand after she'd gathered what personal effects she could from my car after the firemen assured us it wasn't going to blow up. Robert took out his digital camera and started snapping pictures of my car, the scene of the accident, the other driver's car. He e-mailed them to me within a few hours. People can be shitty, there is no doubt about that. The drunken idiot in the stolen car shows how little respect for other people's lives and well being some people have. But the three heros that helped me, and stood by me, they are proof that people can be selfless, and good hearted enough to make me cry every time I stop to consider their kindness.
So anyway. If I am more hermit-y than usual for a week or two, this is why. Love y'all.
<3