There was an atrocious sound of scraping metal followed by cloud of smoke. It wasn’t the welcoming scent of a Fourth of July grillburger smoke either. It was a noxious funnel of black smoke from underneath the hood of our 2003 Ford Taurus.
“Get out of the car now. Leave everything in here. Get out. Get out.”
As I was trying to bust open the side door under my mom’s command, I remember looking down on the floor, seeing my newly cracked PSP gaming console on the car mat, which flew out of my hands at 40 miles per hour. On the hand I was pushing the door out with, there was a gentle scar running down the side of my pinkie finger down to the wrist. It was unbelievably the only physical injury I had sustained. The scar healed in only a few days, but the mental damage was still …show more content…
The smashup took place slightly over five years ago, and I can unquestionably say there was a canvas which had been painted on inside me which I couldn’t erase. I could take a pencil and sketch out the image I saw when I looked up from my video game and saw the passenger side of white Chevy pickup truck right in front of our windshield. Unless you’re a stunt devil or in the pages of a Ripley’s Believe It or Not book, there’s most likely not many instances where you can say you’ve survived a near death experience. After discussing with the Medina police officers the details of where I had been seating or if I felt any whiplash pains (which I did not fortunately), I waited for my dad to pick me up to take me to support my brother’s baseball game, the original destination I was headed to. Luckily for me, my dad brought my biggest mind cleanser tool with him upon picking me up, the soccer ball. Practicing soccer freestyle moves has and continues to be my go to resort when I need some of my own time to relax
“Get out of the car now. Leave everything in here. Get out. Get out.”
As I was trying to bust open the side door under my mom’s command, I remember looking down on the floor, seeing my newly cracked PSP gaming console on the car mat, which flew out of my hands at 40 miles per hour. On the hand I was pushing the door out with, there was a gentle scar running down the side of my pinkie finger down to the wrist. It was unbelievably the only physical injury I had sustained. The scar healed in only a few days, but the mental damage was still …show more content…
The smashup took place slightly over five years ago, and I can unquestionably say there was a canvas which had been painted on inside me which I couldn’t erase. I could take a pencil and sketch out the image I saw when I looked up from my video game and saw the passenger side of white Chevy pickup truck right in front of our windshield. Unless you’re a stunt devil or in the pages of a Ripley’s Believe It or Not book, there’s most likely not many instances where you can say you’ve survived a near death experience. After discussing with the Medina police officers the details of where I had been seating or if I felt any whiplash pains (which I did not fortunately), I waited for my dad to pick me up to take me to support my brother’s baseball game, the original destination I was headed to. Luckily for me, my dad brought my biggest mind cleanser tool with him upon picking me up, the soccer ball. Practicing soccer freestyle moves has and continues to be my go to resort when I need some of my own time to relax