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i got in a really bad car accident on wednesday. from
the severity of the accident, i shouldn't even be here to type this
right now. someone was watching over me though and had a plan for me in
life, i guess. that's the only thing that explains how i'm even alive
today.
i was driving home from class. the cruise was set on 70, i was only about a mile from home. everything is so blurry though, i can't remember exactly what happened. i know that i had just passed a guy in a white tahoe. i put my blinker on and got back into the right lane. the next thing i know, out of nowhere -- there's a little green truck in front of me, going 10 miles per hour, at most. i was going too fast (yet i wasn't speeding) to stop, so i swerved into the left lane to miss him. i wasn't quick enough though. my passenger's side hit the driver's side rear of his truck. i remember feeling the truck i was driving be thrown forward, fast. for a second, i thought it was all over. then, all of a sudden, i felt completely out of control of my body. i couldn't tell which way was up or where i was. i realized the truck was flipping. i knew how serious and scary it should've been, but for some reason, i felt safe. i never expected, at 20 years old, to be saying to myself 'this is it. i'm going to die.' somehow though, i didn't scream.. i didn't cry.. i knew my life was in someone else's hands and all i could do was close my eyes and wait for it to be over. i remember feeling my arm being outside of the truck, but it didn't hurt at all. after the truck stopped, i looked down and noticed my hand was pretty cut up, but other than that, i thought i was ok. the guy who was driving behind me came running up to me and tried to open the door. it wouldn't open, so he went around to the passenger's side and pulled me out of the truck. reality started to set in. i looked over my shoulder at the truck, which is a company truck since my car is getting repaired. it was totaled. i started freaking out, trying to find a cell phone, so the guy who helped me out took me over to a guy that had one. i called my dad, and tried to tell him what happened. .but i think all that came out was "wreck.. totaled.. rolled.." after that, i think i just sat down in the ditch crying until a sherriff came over, helped me up and took me to his car. they called an ambulance just to check me out, but when they saw how bad my arm was, they decided i needed to go to the hospital. the guy who helped me out of the truck said that he saw my arm dragging on the asphalt as the truck rolled. my parents both got there, thinking i was just a little scratched up.. until they saw me in the ambulence on a backboard, with an oxygen tube and a neckbrace. i was in shock, hyperventilating, having anxiety attacks.. and my blood pressure was sky high.
once i got to the hospital, it took forever to get xrays, but they came back clear.. somehow, nothing was broken. they gave me some shots, put me on an IV and i ended up going home around 6.
my hand is pretty tore up, swollen and bruised.. and the seatbelt cut me up pretty bad across my neck.. besides that, some deep brusing & soreness, i'm perfectly okay.
i've never been a big believer in fate or anything like that, but this wreck made me change my mind. i should be dead. the truck rolled 5 times. it just felt like someone was there with me, making sure i made it through this.
i have pictures of the truck, which i will post later.
i was driving home from class. the cruise was set on 70, i was only about a mile from home. everything is so blurry though, i can't remember exactly what happened. i know that i had just passed a guy in a white tahoe. i put my blinker on and got back into the right lane. the next thing i know, out of nowhere -- there's a little green truck in front of me, going 10 miles per hour, at most. i was going too fast (yet i wasn't speeding) to stop, so i swerved into the left lane to miss him. i wasn't quick enough though. my passenger's side hit the driver's side rear of his truck. i remember feeling the truck i was driving be thrown forward, fast. for a second, i thought it was all over. then, all of a sudden, i felt completely out of control of my body. i couldn't tell which way was up or where i was. i realized the truck was flipping. i knew how serious and scary it should've been, but for some reason, i felt safe. i never expected, at 20 years old, to be saying to myself 'this is it. i'm going to die.' somehow though, i didn't scream.. i didn't cry.. i knew my life was in someone else's hands and all i could do was close my eyes and wait for it to be over. i remember feeling my arm being outside of the truck, but it didn't hurt at all. after the truck stopped, i looked down and noticed my hand was pretty cut up, but other than that, i thought i was ok. the guy who was driving behind me came running up to me and tried to open the door. it wouldn't open, so he went around to the passenger's side and pulled me out of the truck. reality started to set in. i looked over my shoulder at the truck, which is a company truck since my car is getting repaired. it was totaled. i started freaking out, trying to find a cell phone, so the guy who helped me out took me over to a guy that had one. i called my dad, and tried to tell him what happened. .but i think all that came out was "wreck.. totaled.. rolled.." after that, i think i just sat down in the ditch crying until a sherriff came over, helped me up and took me to his car. they called an ambulance just to check me out, but when they saw how bad my arm was, they decided i needed to go to the hospital. the guy who helped me out of the truck said that he saw my arm dragging on the asphalt as the truck rolled. my parents both got there, thinking i was just a little scratched up.. until they saw me in the ambulence on a backboard, with an oxygen tube and a neckbrace. i was in shock, hyperventilating, having anxiety attacks.. and my blood pressure was sky high.
once i got to the hospital, it took forever to get xrays, but they came back clear.. somehow, nothing was broken. they gave me some shots, put me on an IV and i ended up going home around 6.
my hand is pretty tore up, swollen and bruised.. and the seatbelt cut me up pretty bad across my neck.. besides that, some deep brusing & soreness, i'm perfectly okay.
i've never been a big believer in fate or anything like that, but this wreck made me change my mind. i should be dead. the truck rolled 5 times. it just felt like someone was there with me, making sure i made it through this.
i have pictures of the truck, which i will post later.