So…This Happened.

I was driving home from work, just business as usual. The F150 in front of me came to a stop, so I did. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the truck behind me coming, but figured he was going to slam on his breaks and stop. That’s when I got Dodge Rammed. I flew forward and hit my head on the steering wheel (although not hard) and then was pulled back by my seat belt, slamming into the head rest. I looked around and then got out of the car and looked at all the vehicles. Mine had the most damage. Of course the gigantic trucks before and after me in the collision had minimal damage. How much could my little MINI do to their massive vehicles? Even the car behind the two trucks didn’t have a lot of damage. But, as you can see…well. So, we waited for the fire truck, the ambulance and the police to arrive. My car wouldn’t move, something about the fuel switch. So, I had to wait for a tow truck, while the other three guys got to drive home.


The two cops that were there waited with me, which I’m sure was protocol. There was even a lane blocked off until the tow truck came. But, what I don’t think was protocol and very nice was how effusive they were. They asked me if I had a driver’s manual, so they could see if they could turn off the switch. Then, I could drive home. While one did that, the other Googled it on his phone. And when they couldn’t find anything they kept looking. Running out of options, they started talking to me about archery, seeing my bows in the back of my car. It was a horrible and traumatic situation for me, but they made me feel a little better for a few minutes. And that meant the world to me.

Anyone with an anxiety disorder can see what this situation was for me. Losing the car I love, strangers, awkwardness, waiting, not knowing what will happen next, worrying about how much this will all cost me and most of all, the stress. Knowing that the jolt alone could make my IBS act up and knowing how torturous it will be. Knowing that I will have to miss work and that I might need medical attention that I can’t afford. Knowing that nothing in my life will be the same.

Sure, I’m grateful to be alive and I know that it could have been much worse. I told people all day that if it had been any other small car, I might be dead. My MINI really saved me and I wish I could do the same for her. This feels like the longest day of my life. I can’t tell you how happy I was, just to be home and in my bed.

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