Hello. My name is Marissa, and earlier today, I was in a pretty bad car accident. I can’t shake it, so I figured I’d write about it and hopefully that would get it out of me. I was driving home from my babysitting job in the sticks of Millbrook during a misty rain shower, and I was going a little too fast for the rain. Yes, I was actually going under the speed limit, but it was raining, and I should have been driving more slowly. I had had a mild headache all morning, and I was about to fall asleep while I was babysitting. One late night followed by nothing to eat for 18 hours = a very useless me.
Then, as I approached a pretty serious turn in the road, there was an orange truck in front of me with another silver car ducking in behind him. After trying to jam on the breaks, but failing and hitting the gas, I swerved away from the truck and into a grassy hill. After a few moments of some unfortunate hydroplaning, my breaks failed me on the slippery grass, and I continued to fly into some bushes (I think…there were a lot of branches, but they weren’t trees.). I saw my car heading straight into a road sign, I squeezed my eyes shut, and my car flipped over several times. I opened my eyes to see shattered glass all around me- my windshield wiper was through my former windshield, shards of my former window were tangled in my hair, my driver’s side rear view mirror was dangling, and my glasses had slipped off my head during the tumbling. I reached for my phone to dial 911, but there was no service. I tried to dial my mother, but there was no service. There was no one on this road in the middle of the day, and I was alone, and possibly injured, in a totaled car.
During those moments, all I wanted were my parents. All I wanted was my mother to give me a hug, and my father to tell me what to do in this moment of distress. I, who so frequently boasted of my independence and capability to take care of myself and hold my own, yearned for my mom and dad to be holding my hand and telling me that it would all be alright. Today, I learned a lesson. I learned that I am not invincible, I am not ready to free myself of the comforts of living under my parents’ care, and I need some time to become ready. Thus, I decided later today that I will spend this year making sure I am ready- to leave my parents, and to be able to hold my own once I do.
After a few minutes of an incredibly fast heartbeat, some heavy breathing and a lot of shaking, the orange truck pulled up behind me and the driver got out and asked me if I was alright. He said he had driven up the road to where he could receive a signal and he called 911. He also saw the entire thing, and said I rolled over several times. I started laughing- which was probably the absolutely wrong response to the situation. I think I was just so overwhelmed that my instincts didn’t really have a button for this situation, so they blind-folded themselves and pressed “laugh.” Then I realized why I was laughing, and became even more scared. I then started to cry a bit, I think. I knew that if I was injured I probably wouldn’t feel it yet, so I kept looking at my limbs to see if there was any blood or any other visible signs of injury. There was nothing at all. For some reason, I felt like this guy didn’t know anything (obviously I was wrong) and something gave me the need to explain to him that I could be hurt, but I wouldn’t know it because of the adrenaline coursing through my veins at that moment. I just love how in moments of peak stress, I automatically assume that everyone around me is an idiot. *smh*
I waited in the car, and the woman that was behind the orange truck came to my window and asked me if I was alright. She held my hand and told me it was going to be okay, and that I was okay, and that help was on its way. I kept telling her that I needed to call my mom, but I I had no service. So she took my phone and drove up the road to get service, and she called my mom. She returned, and then a few cop cars, a fire truck, and an ambulance showed up. I kept thinking that something HAD to be wrong with me. No one gets into an accident like that and walks out fine. So a bunch of people asked me questions and I kept saying that I was fine and just wanted to get out. I tried opening the door, but the hinge was broken, so they opened it with some tool. My umbrella fell out of my door. I hope they put it back in my car.
I went into the ambulance and they kept asking me questions that I didn’t know the answers to. I felt so stupid. I didn’t know what they were saying, and all I wanted was my parents to be there to help me with this. My license was on the floor of the passenger seat because I had to take it out of my wallet to get my AHS parking permit, and my registration was safe at home in my bag. The ambulance took me to St. Francis, and on the way there I spoke with my parents. I was seriously freaking out. I just remember having so many things to say that I couldn’t get them all out at once, and then starting to cry because I was so shaken and flustered. The paramedic was really nice, and on the way there all I kept thinking was how lucky I was. Why didn’t I get hurt? I should have gotten hurt. No one walks out of that kind of crash without a scratch. But, I did. I did not have a single scratch. I then thought that some kind of divine intervention was definitely present in that moment, and I then realized who the face of God is to me. It’s CORCOVADO! I knew I knew it somewhere, and I always thought I just pictured it as a male version of the Statue of Liberty. But, no. In my head, God looks like Corcovado. And I realized that in the ambulance.
Then I was wheeled into a room in the ER, and my mom came in and gave me a hug. That was probably one of the most valuable hugs of my entire life. All I kept thinking about while I was waiting alone in the car, and dealing with the cops and paramedics was how badly I wanted my mom and dad. To finally have her there meant that everything was going to be okay. That everything was fine, that I was safe, and that by the grace of God I made it out of that car fine.
I know that others may have faced much more frightening experiences, but this was the most frightening moment of my life. And to know that I have parents that can dissolve all of that fear is one of the greatest things in my life with which I have been blessed.
Right now the only thing that hurts it my neck from some serious whiplash, and my chest from the seat belt. I will have a magnificent purple bruise there tomorrow, I am sure. And now that this is all out of my system, hopefully I will have a better sleep. Good night, blog.