Oct 16, 2006 13:09
I just ran into my dad outside my building on campus and he tried to steal my lunch. I didn't give up my tuna sandwich, but he did tell me that my mom and sister were in a really bad car accident on Thursday night and I had no idea. Apparently my mom doesn't want to talk about it and she doesn't want anyone to know, so she didn't tell me. They were driving home from Des Moines and she likes to take the back roads, so they were out on a country road by Luther. All of a sudden my mom saw a set of headlights coming towards her. And then a second on, on the wrong side of the road. A guy had been passing another car in a no-passing zone, going up a hill, and was about to smash into the minivan head on. On this county road there is almost no shoulder and then a steep ditch. My mom pulled over as far as she could without going into the ditch and the other guy pulled over as far as he could and the oncoming car, which was going too fast to stop, shot right down the middle. But it was too close and he clipped the front drivers' side bumper of the van, sending them into a spin since my mom hadn't quite stopped yet. She spun across the road and hit a mailbox, which luckily enough was sturdy enough to stop the movement of the van and keep them from flipping into the ditch. All of the windows on the passenger side smashed out--my little sister, who was in the front seat, was covered in glass, but amazingly nobody was hurt. The sherriff came out, the guy got a ticket for unlawful passing, and some friends of ours came out to pick up my mom and sister and drive the van back to town.
I'm so thankful that my mom was driving. We like to tease her about being a crazy driver, but she really is a very safe driver. If she hadn't acted so quickly and that other driver hadn't acted so quickly, they could have been killed. If my sister had been driving (she has her learners permit and often drives home after dance at night) she most likely would have frozen up and either been hit head on or swerved into the ditch and rolled. Apparently my dad hasn't been able to talk to her about it because my mom doesn't want him to. She's a very hesitant driver and I'm afraid she won't want to get back behind the wheel after this. I have her Thursday night, so I think I'll make her drive home, at least from Slater. Most of all, I'm so thankful to have my mom and my baby sister with me still. I don't know what I'd do without them. I've said it before and I'll say it again--I believe in angels. And there must have been an angel with them Thursday night. And I thank God for that.