| A BRUSH WITH DEATH The Story of My Car Accident |
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| What Happened and the Events Leading Up to It |
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| SAYING BYE TO MY GIRLFRIEND It's Saturday, July 26, 2003 at about 5:50 PM. My friend Scott is having a party tonight for his birthday, and I said that I'd be there by now but I'm still at Mel's house becuase I wanted just to be with her another 5 minutes after getting ready to leave for so long. Mel is lonely without Amber or I there with her but she can usually find adaquate entertainment for a night or two every now and then. We say goodbye and our I-love-you's for 2 more minutes and soon I'm waving bye to her as I back out of her driveway in my dad's Honda Civic. Mel was especially worryed about me for some reason she didnt know that night, and little did I know that she was right to worry... THE PARTY I now pull up to Scott's house in the Civic, music blasting and all, and I join the crowded festive enviorment. Everyone seems to be here, as well as their friends, and even some of those friends' friends! Food, sweets, soda, video games, horseshoes, we have a great time. By midnight, about half of the people leave, and only a closer group of friends remain (about 15 of us). All night we stay up, some of us playing "Dance Dance Revolution" (DDR) and other video games, and others play the Dungeons and Drangons games. We also hang out at Buttonwood Park nearby as well, spinning on the merry-go-round. We all stay mostly active throughout the night, our energy easily sustained by a plentiful supply of our primary nightime energy sources: sugar and caffine! We had a blast all night, living on soda and cinnamon buns. When about 5:30 AM rolled around, some of my friends wanted a ride home. I was still hyper, and more than happy to give them a lift... DRIVING MY FRIENDS HOME Four of my friends need a ride home now at 5:30AM, just enough to legally fit in the Civic, but Piston decides to get picked up after I drop the other three off because he still needs to get his stuff together, so we get a more comfortable ride. I feel hyper and I like driving, and I tell my friends that there is no need to thank me. Pat, Mycroft, Cortese and I all say our goodbyes to Scott, the only person still awake at his house besides Piston, as we load ourselves into the Civic. We listen to music and talk as I drop them off, and I head back to top get Piston. He gets in, we talk and stuff on the way to his house, and finally I head back for home. It's about 6:00 AM now, and I had been awake for around 19 hours strait, after pouring energy into DDR and feasting on sugar and caffine. I felt awake and aware as I drove down 38 and onto Madison Avenue, listening to low-volume Linkin Park with the windows closed. I felt awake and aware, but my body was about to finally crash on the sugar and caffine on a long strait road with no cars, and a low speed limit. THE COLLISION I ride down Madison Avenue calmly, not feeling tired, not experience heavy eylids or woozyness of any sort. I last see the hospital parking lot pass bye. You would expect someone who fell asleep at the wheel to feel tired in some way, but it dosn't happen that way. Unaware of my body at last shutting down, my eyes close and I begin to slip into a dream. I saw arrows moving up a screen as the DDR song "Candy" plays. I feel a hard bump (the front tire rides up on the left curb) and all I see is dark, as I am unaware that my eyes are closed and I am in this situation. About a second later I am startled awake by a loud metalic bang (the car rams strait through a light post). My eyes open wide but see nothing but a short glimpse of a blur as the i feel the car bump up onto the curb further just before hitting a tree. A flash of a white airbag accompanying a loud sound that was a combination of of a smash, crunch, and shatter noise, as I was jolted forward and then backward. I look around me, at the twisted metal, airbags, and smashed windows. The smell has always stayed with me, the odor of window cleaner and hint of gas. I kept thinking "It's a dream, it's a dream...", but upon realizing the reality of what happened, i erupted in a rage of anger and smash the wheel and dashboard with my fists screeming "NO! NO! NOOOOOO!". I exited the wreckage, that was now in somebody's backyard. Who now was coming out of the door. My only injury was an abrasion on my arm from the airbag. |
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