There are always stories about people who get into car accidents, something happens at work, your body decides it’s not having enough “excitement” and does something it shouldn’t, etc. All kinds of stories where people who left their house that morning don’t come home that evening.
I saw a really bad accident on my way into work this morning. The car was so mangled that I’d be surprised if the driver came out alive. These kinds of things happen all the time, but that’s of little comfort to the people they leave behind.
I had one of these incidents happen to me almost three years ago, now. Two days before my 26th birthday, August 6, 2012, I was in a car crash that should have and could have easily killed me. The steering gave out in my car so I couldn’t steer it. And I panicked. I wound up slamming into a parked car. Luckily it was empty, because the driver would have been killed on impact. And when I say “I slammed into the parked car”, I mean by the time I crashed I was literally sitting inside of my car and the parked one.
When I woke up, there was an EMT over me and all I heard was “3 inches to the left and it would have punctured her heart”. Still not sure what it was. Don’t want to know what it was.
But I was two minutes from my house when I crashed. I had just left my house, literally, two minutes prior. I could still see my house from where I crashed. I wasn’t even going that fast yet, so I can’t imagine how much worse it would have been on a highway. Read More