Today we’re trying a little something different. Are you ready? Your word is below. Take the next ten minutes to write about the first single memory that word calls up. Focus on the emotions and the experience, spend ten minutes really exploring that memory. Then wrap it up, publish, and come back to link up.
Winter…. January 31st to be exact. Just after 6pm and it was dark outside.
I took a back road for some reason… must have thought that it would have been quicker or something.
It had been snowing like it always does at that time of year in Michigan. Most of the roads were clear except for a few random drifts that happened to fill the roads where the fields were open.
The drifts never worried me much because I drove a four wheel drive Expedition. It plowed through drifts easily… like a knife through butter. Smooth and easy.
I was confident and sure that I was safe from the travesties that others experienced with their little cars.
Excitement was building as I drove on to meet up with some high school girl friends for a night out. I hadn’t seen them in a long time and was really looking forward to it. I never made it.
I came up over the hill and on the downside were drifts. Nothing special… until I drove through it. The drift caught my tire just right and I felt it pull my truck off to the right while I tried to get control of the truck. Fear raced through my body like nothing I had ever felt before. Before I knew it I was in the ditch and the truck tipped.
I was rolling…. I let go of the steering wheel and covered my head, it was an instinct. It wasn’t going to save me though. I kept rolling from side to side. Metal crunching, glass shattering, and my body being banged around the truck even though I had my seat belt on.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime it stopped. Windows were gone… the windshield was smashed but in tact, the roof was caved in. I did a mental check of myself…. I was fine. I survived.
Adrenaline was running high as I sat there trying to stop shaking. I fumbled around looking for my cell phone to call 911.
Fear still had it’s grip on me as I dialed several times… my hands were shaking so bad that I could barely dial. Finally I got it. Help was in it’s way.
I missed my night out with friends and had to walk through almost knee deep snow in my brand new purple heels.
I am much more conscious about how I drive, the weather, and road conditions. I worry more than is necessary and I’m driving another truck.
Note: I followed the rules and wrote for 10 minutes and hit publish… this is not edited at all. So please be kind… the grammar and punctuation probably sucks.