More facts about me. . .
I don’t drive. My story is complicated, but I’ll try to keep simple and short. . . (me and short, the only thing short about me is height 5ft.)
When I was about 12 years old, my brother and I had a paper route where we delivered newspapers for about three-four blocks around our house. We were scouting the route and I got hit by a car. I fell down on my knees really hard. I even remeber the shade of blue and the car was cavelier. However I was so shocked I got up and walked home as the car drove by not even checking on me. I went to the hospital and they said I was physically fine, but I found out later I had damaged the tissue in my knees that is why I cannot do sports as well as I want to.
Ever since that moment I had fears of getting hit again being in and out of cars. The closer I got to the age of 16, I was having harsher nightmares in which I was driving, doing everything by the book, obeying the laws and yet I was still getting hit. I would be in accidents where my car would be completely smashed and the other car would drive way with out a scratch.
My dreams got more vivid and dangerous as I would dream I was driving and I my youngest brothers in and the time they were 4 and new born and as I was doing errands for my step-mother, my car gets smashed and I get to watch my brothers die and then I get to be constantly ridiculed for driving. I would be blames for someone else running a red light and t-boning my car.
I didn’t get my tempts until I was almost 17 and then my father taught me how to drive. I am able to direct a vehicle where I want it to go, and be able to maneuver it easily, but it is driving on a busy road with morons driving next to me that makes me paranoid.
I have witnessed a few accidents and I have even seen the cops used the Jaws of Life on a woman who was dead after a horrible car accident. The jaws of life look like huge tweezers.
I even have moments of anxiety where I am the passenger on the public bus or in a car as someone else drives; especially if someone makes a sharp turn and you feel the wheels move up. I have had to open a window in the middle of winter before; because I panicked so back I couldn’t catch my breath.
I have had a few friends of my mine who have tried talking me and encouraging me to get my license. However the last time I was trying to get my tempts for my license I failed the eye exam. I talked to my eye doctor about it and the machine the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) uses has a series of mirrors and he felt that the mirrors play tricks on my eyes. I took a note from eye doctor and the DMV wouldn’t accept it so I took it as a sign that I do not need a license right now as I do not have a job or money for a car and insurance. So I currently do not have a license, but Tom and I get around just fine as we both use the bus. He doesn’t drive either, but he is legally blind in his one of his eyes.