Within minutes of calling my husband to let him know I was worried about the weather, my body was slammed forward and jerked back almost simultaneously. It happened so quickly that although the air bag deployed, my face never hit it. I remember sitting a bit crooked, facing the center console, as I waited on the school bus to unload, when my car was plowed into from behind. It sent my vehicle careening into the truck in front of me, literally smashing me between two trucks.
It took me a few minutes (or seconds?) to realize what had happened, but almost instantly I smelled what I thought was fire, and my hip was burning with pain. Stories of individuals who had died in car accidents because they couldn’t get the seat belt unfastened raced through my mind, and that became my first focus. When I was able to undue the seat belt, I realized I was hurt. I didn’t know how badly, I just knew I hurt.
A woman started knocking on my back, passenger window asking if I was alright. Several people, over and over, kept asking me if I had kids in the car. All of their car seats had been thrown around, but I remember very clearly saying they weren’t in the car, I was alone, and they were safe.
The same woman asked if she could call anyone for me. I gave her my husband’s number, and then I told her “never mind, he won’t answer anyway.”
(Although it doesn’t sound funny, I find it humorous, to this day, because my husband never answers his phone. I tell him all the time I could be dead in a ditch, and he wouldn’t answer. His response? You’d be dead, and you wouldn’t be calling.)
My husband did answer that call. And, as the woman was telling him where I was, I yelled at her to not let him come. I told her to tell him it was too foggy. I needed him home with the kids. I couldn’t let anything happen to him, too. I screamed at that poor woman until she relayed the message, and my husband agreed to wait until I got to the hospital before he would consider making the trip.
While we waited on police, fire, and ambulances, people who had either seen the accident, or came upon it, moved their cars behind me, a mile or so back, to prevent anyone else from slamming into me. Because the fog was still terrible, they were concerned another accident would occur. I’m incredibly thankful not only for their kindness, but their willingness to put their own vehicles at risk to save me from more pain.
This is the third post in this blog series. This true story is categorized under “It Ain’t Fiction” where you may read all of the posts in this series.