"safe" way to release my feelings. In other words, music is a better outlet than written words--simply because there are some things I'm feeling now that I either can't or won't put into words.
Thanks for your kind comments, guys! Just as I have thought over the accident more and talked about it with my parents, I realize how much of a miracle it is that I am alive.
I was driving south on the interstate--in the right lane (slower traffic, stay right...and all that). Actually, I had more or less forgotten the time change, and was rather surprised when I saw how dark it was when I got out of my last class...and realized I would have to drive home in darkness and in traffic. I actually have no idea if I prayed about it or not, since I'm always praying about everything, but I don't remember it. I do know that my dad has been praying for me!
Anyway, I got most of the way home and then suddenly reached an area of interstate that was rather full of cars, but all still moving at a steady speed of about the speed limit. I continued on, trying to stay at the speed limit (as in, not be too far under it), but without getting too close to the car in front of me. However, the car in front of me was still too close when it slammed on its brakes...I had to do the same thing, with a loud screech. I really didn't know what else to do. Before I could congratulate myself on not hitting the car in front of me, I was pushed off the road by a big truck (maybe it's a semi, but it's a small one if it is)...whether it was the same car as the one in front of me or a different one, someone had cut the truck driver off in the left lane, and he swerved right (not seeing me) to avoid an accident. I had rolled a ways before I realized what had happened. I think, "Duh!" now, but it was a while before I thought, "This is an accident." And another little while (although not TOO long) before I realized that the brakes might still work.;-) I had slowed down (I was in grass at this point--perfect part of the road, too, as a ditch would have meant the car rolling--and this wasn't a ditch--or not much of one, anyway). I also vaguely recall now the loud noise and the feeling of the impact. I did feel it on my left, but I didn't "realize" it, especially since I had expected that it would be more behind me.
So I stopped the car...finally...turned it off...got out of the car. I fished my cell phone out of my purse, then got out of the car. Some people who had been behind us had pulled over, and a lady stood before me, asking if I was okay. I replied in the affirmative, then asked her what to do. I was so shaken that I really wasn't sure...I have always thought that the only time to call 911 is if someone's dying or in serious medical danger. I guess that I was the only one who got hit, and I knew I was fine, but I just didn't know whether or not to call 911. She told me to call 911, though, so I did...and got a dispatcher. However, I ended up hanging up...another lady had already called, AND there was already a patrol guy there--he had heard the accident. I called my parents. I didn't know what to do, really. (I feel like a big baby--and I'm almost 21!) I called them, and of course my mom was sure that my dad would want to come...he's rather protective.
So then I waited for the police/patrol guy to come and drill me, but he first got information from witnesses. I guess he figured that I wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. The truck driver got out of his truck...a very fair-skinned, young guy. He looked ill...not very pleased (under the circumstances, I wouldn't have been either). He was with another guy and a lady--transporting puppies to somewhere. I feel so sorry for him because this accident has a direct impact on his livelihood! Even though someone else (and maybe more than one) was truly to blame for this, he's the only one taking the "at-fault" position...because he stopped.
Well, I got my driver's license, etc. out...and eventually the policeman had us get into his car to fill out paperwork. My parents finally arrived, and requested that the car be towed (as it happened, the left front tire was slashed, so it wouldn't have been possible to drive it). My brother and his girlfriend also came (LOL!), mostly to survey the damage. My brother said that it was more than a miracle that I'm alive. I didn't have a camera to get pictures of the damage (Ithought about taking my camera today, but I didn't do it).
Anyway...I think that about sums up the story. The guy didn't get a ticket. The policeman was very nice...reasonable, frank, and even fatherly. He said that while he could technically give the guy a ticket, that the police aren't really able to enforce the laws about how closely people follow each other...so...that was that.
The damage on the car is such that it would probably cost more to repair it than to replace it, which is why I think it's a permanent goodbye.
Oh, I've got my substitute history teacher...and he IS good! I like him. I really like the colors he wears. That first day when he was sort of subbing, he wore a purple shirt (dress shirt with tie and dress pants); today he wore burgundy (the dress shirt was, I mean). I really like both of those colors!=) He talks fast...and I have more notes from his lecture than I got in any of the other guy's lectures. And our weekly quizzes will be open-note...that seems too easy. But the fortunate thing is that I do feel like I'll learn something...so I'm quite pleased about that.
Now, I just need to do homework...especially studying for my algebra test at the end of the week. That's so tedious! LOL! I just need to do it. That's my pep talk to myself right now.