The Accident That Changed My Life
The Accident That Changed My Life
On the sunny morning of June 28th 2012, my life changed forever. Or should I say the way I viewed it, in its own complicated, strange, yet beautiful way. After months of planning my friends Chasen, Aaron, Kayla and I left our hometown of Carlsbad, New Mexico to head to a concert in Las Cruces, New Mexico. We had eaten breakfast and my gas tank was full, so we just took off. We played our music super loud and laughed about little things that had happened in the previous week. When we were about forty five minutes away I realized that I had forgotten the charger to the GPS, and the battery was close to dead. “Great”, I complained, “this is sure to be a hell of a trip guys, we’re going to be so lost… can anyone read a map?” “Nope”, Chasen, Kayla, and Aaron all replied in unison. I continued to drive as we came up behind a long chain of school buses, there had to be at least five or six of them all going at least thirty miles below the speed limit. “Do you think I can pass these stupid buses?” I asked nervously and impatiently. “Yeah, you should be fine”, Kayla said. So I started to pull into the opposite lane and began to accelerate from forty five to sixty, then almost at seventy miles per hour and BOOM. I heard a loud popping noise and smelled intense burning. “What the hell was that?!” I yelled. “Pull over, now!” exclaimed Kayla. So I did, and we popped the hood. The temperature gauge was going insanely high, so I and Kayla both assumed that I needed anti-freeze. We had to flag someone down. The boys tried to do it, but it didn’t work for them. It wasn’t until Kayla, in her fishnet stockings and risqué high heels, stood in the middle of the road and was able to flag down a guy in a work truck. As the man pulled over to the side of the road we were on. “What’s the problem?” he asked. “I think we’re out of anti-freeze”, Kayla replied. “Okay, let me take a look, I’ve got some water in the back of the truck”, replied the truck
On the sunny morning of June 28th 2012, my life changed forever. Or should I say the way I viewed it, in its own complicated, strange, yet beautiful way. After months of planning my friends Chasen, Aaron, Kayla and I left our hometown of Carlsbad, New Mexico to head to a concert in Las Cruces, New Mexico. We had eaten breakfast and my gas tank was full, so we just took off. We played our music super loud and laughed about little things that had happened in the previous week. When we were about forty five minutes away I realized that I had forgotten the charger to the GPS, and the battery was close to dead. “Great”, I complained, “this is sure to be a hell of a trip guys, we’re going to be so lost… can anyone read a map?” “Nope”, Chasen, Kayla, and Aaron all replied in unison. I continued to drive as we came up behind a long chain of school buses, there had to be at least five or six of them all going at least thirty miles below the speed limit. “Do you think I can pass these stupid buses?” I asked nervously and impatiently. “Yeah, you should be fine”, Kayla said. So I started to pull into the opposite lane and began to accelerate from forty five to sixty, then almost at seventy miles per hour and BOOM. I heard a loud popping noise and smelled intense burning. “What the hell was that?!” I yelled. “Pull over, now!” exclaimed Kayla. So I did, and we popped the hood. The temperature gauge was going insanely high, so I and Kayla both assumed that I needed anti-freeze. We had to flag someone down. The boys tried to do it, but it didn’t work for them. It wasn’t until Kayla, in her fishnet stockings and risqué high heels, stood in the middle of the road and was able to flag down a guy in a work truck. As the man pulled over to the side of the road we were on. “What’s the problem?” he asked. “I think we’re out of anti-freeze”, Kayla replied. “Okay, let me take a look, I’ve got some water in the back of the truck”, replied the truck