My Life Changed
March 11, 2015
When Life “Hit” Me
About a year and a half ago I got into a car crash that was horrible. That moment changed my view about life entirely.
All my life I had been waiting until I could get my driver’s license and my first car so my friends and I could ride around town, go on road trips, and go out on the weekends independently. When I finally got my license and my dad brought my 2008 Nissan Maxima to the house, I was thrilled. From that day on, the most important thing in my life was that car. Every day I would get home and see what else I could do to make it better. My car was my pride and joy and when I had fixed it up into “perfect” condition, I finally began to drive it. Every time I got into my car I felt invincible, as if nothing could stop me. I would listen to my music loud and be care free the whole drive. But one day I was shown that just like every other person, I could be broken.
One night after finishing up my eight hour shift in Evansville, I was driving home. I felt unstoppable while driving because I was just feeling good for some odd reason. But soon enough, God showed me that I shouldn’t be. I had driven for forty-five minutes down Interstate-69, through Petersburg, and through Monroe City. However, while driving down a back road approximately two hundred and fifty yards away from my house I saw something out of the corner of my eye. In a split second, I swerved to miss the six foot tall, 6 foot long, antlered beast that flew across the road. My left front and rear tire caught the gravel on the edge of the road. I lost control and my car abruptly jerked left. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt helpless or out of control while heading straight for destruction, but it is absolutely horrifying. At this point time was not moving slow enough and by the time that I realized what was happening, all I could do was brace. I uprooted a telephone pole, ramped a ditch and spun out onto the street. I blacked