So yesterday I was inches away from being seriously hurt in a car accident. And in a totally separate event, my dad and brother were involved in a collision as well.
I was innocently walking across the street at an intersection, when this 17 year old kid thought it was clear to make a left (toward where I was walking), what he didn't see was the car going straight.
I heard a horn, then the crash, and all of the sudden I was showered in broken glass and debris. Both vehicles written off.
They both swerved in my direction to avoid each other, not seeing me there at the time.
Thankfully, everyone involved was okay. The poor girl that had the right of way driving was hurt by the airbags, but conscious and coherent.
Both drivers and the witnesses all came up to me afterwards. The drivers apologizing for not seeing me, and the witnesses exclaiming how close I was to death.
And I stood there examining how everything that I did that lead up to the point was atypical for me that day. One of my classes was cancelled, so I took an earlier bus home. I got off at the stop prior to the one I normally get off at, which is why I was crossing the road. Normally I would cross the opposite way first (I had to get to the diagonal corner), but I opted to cross the other way.
I managed to keep calm and stick around to make a statement. But when I sent my mom a text to let her know what happened, she only responded with "Dad was hit today" which of course sends me into panic mode. Thankfully his accident was far less severe. Everyone is fine, the car is pretty well fine due to where he was hit, but the other guys car fell to pieces.
Feels like someone was sending a message to my family yesterday. We were all nervous about my mom going to work last night
My biggest issue now is that I've been sick ever since. Blech.
