A new year.
Three hours, thirty-two minutes, and 6 seconds into the new year I was witness to a potentially fatal car accident. A young woman, heavily intoxicated, drove her 2004/2005 Toyota Camry into the median wall of the 101 north just over a mile north of the Parkway Calabasas onramp. I watched her swerve, strike, and then spin in the fast lane, coming to a halt perpendicular to the median. I promptly pulled my car over to the right median, dialed 911, and grabbed blankets and a scarf from my car. Then I proceeded to do something stupid. I crossed the lanes of traffic to get over to her car and make sure that she was alright. She was moving and breathing fine, she even managed to get out of the vehicle. Fortunately, two or three other cars stopped and put on their hazards as well, stemming some of the ninety-plus mile-an-hour tide of cars screaming over the hill. The woman, who couldn't have been more than 27, was crying. What struck me as most odd was her attire. I just want you to imagine what I went through for a second. You just crossed four lanes of traffic with a wool blanket and scarf to help a twenty-ish drunk driver in a pink tutu, hot pink legwarmers, and a strange top I can't even describe (it was fuzzy.) She refused the blanket twice until I threw it around her shoulders and wrapped the scarf around her. When I informed her there was a good chance that her body was still in shock, and she needed to remain warm in the 34 degree weather, she didn't argue. The police arrived shortly after 911 finally took me off of hold. Anyway, the police took care of everything else after taking down my information and thanking me for stopping. (They also called me insane for crossing traffic lanes.)
I find this whole experience interesting. I've always thought of myself as a bad person, and here I am doing the things I know to be right. Am I truly changing?
I felt my soul crying when I was asking the woman if she was alright... and I could swear that I didn't see her at all, all I really saw was her soul. I should probably try to explain. I'm sure she was attractive, physically, but I could have sworn she was old, nearly rotting from her bones. I had to shake my head to see her as a person again. It was like she was dying inside, or had already died inside. She was more concerned with 'how screwed' she was going to be because she was drinking and driving than she was with her surviving the accident. She didn't want people to stop or anything like that, even asked me to 'not worry.' Heh. I didn't just see you slam into a wall lady, so why would I worry?
Anyway, I did wind up going out tonight (obviously) and I had a decent time. In reality, I really wanted to see Alyssa and spend some time with her. It would have sucked horribly otherwise. Honorable mentions go to Camille, Dee, and Piper. I spent most of the night confused and pouring over my own thoughts, but there were moments that I was truly there, and they were good moments.
Anyway, it's 4:44am and it's time for me to go to sleep. Happy New Year.
I find this whole experience interesting. I've always thought of myself as a bad person, and here I am doing the things I know to be right. Am I truly changing?
I felt my soul crying when I was asking the woman if she was alright... and I could swear that I didn't see her at all, all I really saw was her soul. I should probably try to explain. I'm sure she was attractive, physically, but I could have sworn she was old, nearly rotting from her bones. I had to shake my head to see her as a person again. It was like she was dying inside, or had already died inside. She was more concerned with 'how screwed' she was going to be because she was drinking and driving than she was with her surviving the accident. She didn't want people to stop or anything like that, even asked me to 'not worry.' Heh. I didn't just see you slam into a wall lady, so why would I worry?
Anyway, I did wind up going out tonight (obviously) and I had a decent time. In reality, I really wanted to see Alyssa and spend some time with her. It would have sucked horribly otherwise. Honorable mentions go to Camille, Dee, and Piper. I spent most of the night confused and pouring over my own thoughts, but there were moments that I was truly there, and they were good moments.
Anyway, it's 4:44am and it's time for me to go to sleep. Happy New Year.