Everybody hates Mondays. I do too, but this Monday, is one that I will never forget as for as long as I live. I was running late for work as usual… It was cold too. I remember looking at my temperature gauge, it said – 3.5, Thankfully I had my seat heaters on to keep my ass warm because the heaters were taking forever to get warm and the cold just gets right into my bones. I hate the cold.
I didn’t have my music playing, just the sound from the air blasting out of my vents trying to heat up the cold little MINI. I was in the fast lane, or “the passing lane” as it’s more appropriately called. The traffic was your usual Monday morning rush hour traffic. I was about half way to work when it happened.
In a split second, my tire caught a lip in the road, traveling at 120KMH and sent me skidding and spinning across 4 lanes of traffic on the highway. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, crying, and I was terrified like I never have been before. All I could think about was “well this is it… this is the end of my life”. I thought about the ones I love, I saw their faces, their smiles, and I mourned what I thought would be the end of my life. I did 3 or 4-360 degree turns and had absolutely no control of my car. I knew that a crash was inevitable, it was just a matter of what I would crash into. Knowing that I would surely be hit by other vehicles if I continued to spin frantically in the traffic lanes, I tried my best to steer my car into the guard rail. And somehow, without any other cars hitting me, that’s where I managed to crash my car with brute force.
The impact was like nothing I have ever felt before. It sent shockwaves throughout my entire body. I don’t know if something hit my head or if it was just from the sheer impact, but my head was pounding and my body went numb. I think I was out of it for a bit, either delusional or unconscious. The next thing I remember is people yelling and trying to talk to me. Their voices were muffled. I don’t know what I said, or what they were saying. The next thing I remember was being in the back seat of someone’s car. He was a very nice man, maybe in his early 50s, he was middle Eastern and had his sister with him. She had tears in her eyes as she held my hand and I cried my eyes out. They told me that they were behind me the entire time and saw the whole thing happen. She (the sister) was screaming and praying to God to save my life. I guess it worked… My stance on God has now changed.
The fire trucks, police and ambulance were on the scene a short while later and I did my best to tell them what happened as I had one fireman holding my neck and another talking to me through a window. A short while later I was placed onto a board and into an ambulance, and off I went.
In nothing short of a miracle, I was released several hours later (after some tests and x-rays) with nothing more than a body full of pain. So, I can’t move my neck, my shoulders are very sore, my jaw hurts when I chew, and my back is fucked…. But I AM ALIVE!!! And that to me, is a miracle. I don’t know who was looking out for me that day, but somebody was.
And so my car might be a write off, but I am just happy that it wasn’t my time yet. I didn’t want to go out like that… And I didn’t. I’m still here.