April 7, 2003
April 5, 2003
Last night I witnessed a car accident that could have had me as a secondary character.
After a really emotional while in the movies watching The Pianist (20 thumbs up), I felt kinda strange -- I was a throbbing bundle of emotion there for a moment and I couldn't get a grip on myself, which, if you ask me, it's a nightmare come true for me. I also went to the movie with a dear coworker -- not my usual partner to a film like that, and it felt strange to let go with someone I usually don't feel that comfortable with. But I guess that's either a good sign or a side effect of the thyroid pills I'm taking.
So, this guy was taking me home and out of the blue, we noticed a red car behind us at full speed. We reduced our velocity a bit and he passed us and another car 20 feet ahead of us1. But the guy was trying to go through six lanes, left to right, and hit a wall on our right full force, made a leap in the air and fell to the ground, ceiling down. It was horrible -- and surprisingly fast. I swear to God I could see bits and pieces of the car in the air, and I immediately called 911.
Many cars stopped behind us, including the white one ahead of us, the second car this guy tried to pass. The woman in the passenger seat was crying -- the red car would have taken them with them if it hadn't been for two graceful inches.
As you can imagine, the wreck was awful -- someone in the passenger seat was moving. The driver? Not so much. After we made sure the police and the ambulance arrived, we went back to the car and tried to speak again, but we were in such a state of shock all we did was babble away and thank our funk soul guardian angels for the favor.
Twelve hours later, I'm still wondering what would have happened if we had gone a little bit faster on the highway -- but then I close my eyes and I rahter not think about it, since I've always had the gut feeling that I'll die in a car accident.
I've also thought that I'll die from a horrible disease.
I hope I'm wrong.
After a really emotional while in the movies watching The Pianist (20 thumbs up), I felt kinda strange -- I was a throbbing bundle of emotion there for a moment and I couldn't get a grip on myself, which, if you ask me, it's a nightmare come true for me. I also went to the movie with a dear coworker -- not my usual partner to a film like that, and it felt strange to let go with someone I usually don't feel that comfortable with. But I guess that's either a good sign or a side effect of the thyroid pills I'm taking.
So, this guy was taking me home and out of the blue, we noticed a red car behind us at full speed. We reduced our velocity a bit and he passed us and another car 20 feet ahead of us1. But the guy was trying to go through six lanes, left to right, and hit a wall on our right full force, made a leap in the air and fell to the ground, ceiling down. It was horrible -- and surprisingly fast. I swear to God I could see bits and pieces of the car in the air, and I immediately called 911.
Many cars stopped behind us, including the white one ahead of us, the second car this guy tried to pass. The woman in the passenger seat was crying -- the red car would have taken them with them if it hadn't been for two graceful inches.
As you can imagine, the wreck was awful -- someone in the passenger seat was moving. The driver? Not so much. After we made sure the police and the ambulance arrived, we went back to the car and tried to speak again, but we were in such a state of shock all we did was babble away and thank our funk soul guardian angels for the favor.
Twelve hours later, I'm still wondering what would have happened if we had gone a little bit faster on the highway -- but then I close my eyes and I rahter not think about it, since I've always had the gut feeling that I'll die in a car accident.
I've also thought that I'll die from a horrible disease.
I hope I'm wrong.