The last we talked I was starting my "get fit" journey. Well I took the next day off (the 10th) because I was pretty sore from my first day. The morning of the 11th I had my bag packed and ready to go to the gym right after work. This way I would avoid the temptation to plop on the couch when I got home.
My work day was kind of rough and it was 9/11 so I was kind of gloomy. As the day wore on I kept trying to lighten myself up and by the time 5pm hit. I was feeling great. The sun had came out, I was grateful for all the amazing things I have in my life and was ready to hit the gym. As I was leaving the office I had to drop off the mail and their were two different ways I could take to drop off the mail and still not drive to far out of the way to go to the gym. I decided to take the way I usually take home and was in for quite a surprise.
I had my windows rolled down, my headphones in and was jamming out to the radio on my nano when I started feeling grateful that my amazing boyfriend got me such a great gift. As I was getting into my left turn lane, I notice up the way a white van had taken their right turn too wide, I didn't think anything of it just that I had done it before myself. The next thing I know the van is practically in my lap and my car gets whipped around so I'm facing the wrong way in a turn lane. The only thing I was aware of at that moment was my head hurts and there is glass everywhere. There were people coming up to my windows asking me if I'm ok, if I can move. All I could say was "Am I bleeding?" Each person said no.
A gentleman comes up to my window and asks me if I'm ok and if I can get out. I told him yea I think so. The driver door is smashed in so I carefully make my way to the passenger door. I'm shaken and do my best to maneuver around all the little cubes of shatter glass. He walks me to the other side of the street so I can be safe out of the way of traffic. I asked him if the other driver is ok, he told me yes, just shaken. He walk back over to her car and I call my boyfriend. This whole time, I feel calm, I start going over my checklist of what I need to do next.
My boyfriend answers I tell him I was just in an accident, I'm ok, I have a little scratch on my arm but I'm ok. I'm not even sure if I got all of those words out because the moment I start talking, my calmness leaves me and reality hits. He asks me where I am, I gave him the intersection and before I could say anything else he said "I'm on my way".
I see that the other driver is a young girl and is talking to the man who helped me out of my car. I decided I would go over and let her know I'm ok. As I walk to her, she is discussing with the man if she should call her dad or not. The man told her that if it was his daughter, he would want the phone call no matter what. I look at the damage to her car, a slight crack to the headlight and corner bumper. In my head I think "O this isn't bad at all". I look down the turn lane at my 92 Buick and my heart sinks.
The whole driver side, from the middle of the front door all the way past the gas tank, was smashed in. Both windows were shattered. The cop came and took all of our information and set up everything for the tow truck to come out. My boyfriend came and was there to see my poor car get towed away. He told me that had I been driving a car like his (small 2 door), I would be in a lot worse shape. I agreed.
Had it not been for that 92 Buick that my younger brother gave to me 3 years prior, who knows what would have happened. I told him that I was debating taking a different route home that day. He said if it wasn't me, it would have been someone else and maybe even more vehicles had she not hit the car in the turn lane first. I recalled then a lady who came up to my window. She had gotten out of a minivan that had 2 little ones in the back. If all I got was a scratch on my arm and a totaled vehicle, I would take that any day knowing that it may have saved a life.
Just another little reminder that everything happens for a reason.
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