Life in the FastLane

Dontcha love a wreck?

I mean, like, really. A good old-fashioned, hit-someone-from-behind-before-you-know-it-because-you-looked-down-for-one-second-and-then-WHAM-you-hit-a-complete-stranger-because-they-stopped-when-you-looked-down-for-one-second-and-they-chose-that-second-to-put-on-the-brakes? Yeah. Dontcha love those?!

Honestly, I do not. Surprised? I didn't think so. This is what happened to me a week and half ago when I was leaving my very FIRST fair. Yes. It was awesome. The rides, the lights, the food, the smells. The bad bands, the crowds, the swindlers. Yes. It was awesome. The good, the bad, and you have to have the ugly. The ugly came AFTER I left the fair, following a rather large white pick-up truck out of the crowded parking lot late at night. The road in front of the fair is not one that I have driven on often, if at all in that area, so needless to say, I had no idea that there was a stop sign right after turning out of the fair. No warning, unless you know that road like the back of your hand. Which I do not. This is where it got ugly. Not too bad. But bad enough.

You see, last year I got in my first wreck. Or that is what the Officer called it. I called it an accident. Not a wreck. A wreck is what happened when I was 6 years old and we spun off the highway and we all went to the hospital. A wreck is when my sister flipped her car threes times on a dirt road and totaled it. What I did WAS NOT A WRECK. It was an accident. Last year, I backed into a car when I was leaving church. That is all. No big deal, no screeching and swerving, no twisted metal. Just a lot of tears over having messed up my mom's vehicle at church and dealing with a slight PTSD for the past year about getting hit or side-swiped.


This last incident did not really shatter me like the first one. I had pulled out from the fair, the man in front of me stopped when I had glanced down for a second, and I did not know there was a stop sign RIGHT AFTER THE TURN. He stopped. I didn't. I pushed him. Then I hit the brakes, put into reverse, and parked. I got out, checked to see if anyone was hurt, looked at the damage of both of the vehicles, called my mom, grabbed my license and insurance, and waited for the police. The worst part of the whole ordeal was the fact that I had once again got in an accident that shouldn't have happened. It was a stupid mistake, and there was nothing I could do about it. For the nest week since then I had to get a rental which my mom drove me everywhere and had to get rides to and from school and work with friends. It was complicated and tiring. Not to mention embarrassing. I have been blessed that I was not given a ticket either times and that no one was hurt in either 'wreck'. Nobody except my insurance.

So what is the great lesson from all of this? I have no clue. I just know that I am tired of wrecks!!! I am very blessed that nothing of any danger has occurred from either of the incidents, and that no one was harmed during either. Just one more reason to realize how blessed I have been and hope that next year~ no more accidents. At all.