Time: Last Tuesday 4:30pm
The black truck I am driving behind suddenly swerves out of the way and in front of him is a car sitting in the lane.
Time to impact: -3 seconds
“Why is a car stopped here? Screw it, I don’t have time for that line of thought.”
“I am blocked on the right by cars and the left. I don’t have the time or distance to break.”
“I can’t hit them head on so maybe I can pull to the right without hitting the cars in the next lane.”
I manage to somehow cross 4 lanes of busy highway in the remains of my Envoy, on three tires and the front rim without hitting any cars or any of them hitting me in the middle of rush hour. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t be here.
I could see the blood on my arm but couldn’t feel it…which made me wonder where else I was hurt. The side window had been halfway down and all of that glass was now all over me. The first person I call is my dad…and I don’t even know why. The next is 911. They take me to the VA hospital.
I could see out the back of the ambulance driving away and it just seemed wrong to leave my car behind. That truck had been with me since my third month in the Air Force. It had made the trip from Florida to Texas so many times without any incidence bigger than getting pulled over by one cop that it might as well be family. My companion/protector was gone and I had just paid her off less than 3 years ago. I had planned to drive her into the ground.
One trip to the ER revealed a hairline fracture and now chronic pain in my knees from being pinned under the caved in driver’s side door until the firemen opened it for me.
Why was a car sitting stationary in the left hand lane of a busy freeway?
Why the fuck does my life play out like some made for tv movie?
Why am I still here?