Yesterday, my mom and I had to go to my Aunts 50th Birthday Party. I decided that I wanted to take a friend. I was going to take Angie and Troy but I found out that only one of my friends could go. Angie had already asked and she was excited to go, so I had to tell Troy it was a "family thing." I didn't want to but I had to. So, we were driving down the highway and everyones going 60 to 80 MPH. My mom was going about 60. There were 3 lanes. My mom was in the one all the way to the right. Some guy in a Gray SUV type car started coming towards us. He was about a 6 inches away and my mom swerved to her right. I put my hands on top of my head and started pulling at my hair. I saw the Guard Rail coming towards us. I kept saying "Mom" over and over. Well, my mom tried putting on her breaks and turning the wheel. The back end of the car Fishtailed. We started going everywhere, right and left and spinning. I just kept repeating "Mom." Well, while we are spinning and Fishtailing, Cars are still passing us. Theres other tires squealing and honking. We just continued to spin...we were making 360's. When we finally stopped, we were in the middle lane, facing traffic. It was still going at us but was gradually slowing down. I looked around really quick and so did my mom. She put her foot on the gas and got over to the shoulder of the road as quickly as she could. The whole time, I was pulling my hair out of my head. When it was done and we were on the shoulder, I let go and looked at my mom. She was crying and shaking. I wasn't shaking or anything. This lady pulled in front of us--she had seen the whole thing--and got out of her car. She ran back to us and asked us if we were okay. Thats when it hit me. I started shaking all over and started laughing. I was in shock and still am. I know that people don't believe in God or anything but I think that this should be a sign that he's real. I swear, my Grandfather had to be with us. If we would have gotten hit or hit the guard rail, we would be dead right now....or at least paralyzed. Especially considering how fast we were going. I'm just glad that I am alive and that I have been given another chance. Yesterday I noticed that life is too short to argue with friends, family, teachers, etc. It's just not worth it. You should make the best of your life. Now, as I'm typing this, I just noticed that I wouldn't have been able to say sorry to Kayla if I would have been killed. She probably would have thought that our arguing was all her fault when it really wasn't. I'm just happy to be blessed with another chance to be something in life and just to carry my life on.
 Sweet Faux Pas · Sun May 20, 2007 @ 03:47pm · 1 Comments |
