I Don 't Know How It Happened Essay
The clip was simple, the grill of a semi, kissing with fury the front grill of my Range Rover. The strength of my seat belt harnessing me, as I hear cracking, rolling, and then it all went quiet.
At some point later I open my eyes. I feel warm and secure. I see a blue light, it’s calming and like a hypnotized zombie, I walk toward the warmth, smiling. Entering the room I see tracks of metal and wires. I walk toward them, until I feel being drawn into a particular hallway. Following my instincts I am walking toward suspended wires, separating them, peering into the other side.
I see an old hospital room, a woman is giving birth and I’m drawn to her eyes. “It’s a girl,” the nurse says, “I’ll get your husband.” The woman looks exhausted as a man in a uniform enters. He’s smiling and takes her hand. “She’s beautiful. I believe the name Vanessa Lynn, suits her perfectly.” “I agree,” the woman said, as she closes her eyes.