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the time has come for me to be alive again. current song: no music, just the sound of my grandfather and his television in the other room. at approximately 4:30 pm wednesday night, i stoppped at a stop sign on the corner of c.r. 65 and t.r. 32. i looked both ways. i pulled into the intersection, and out of the corner of my eye i saw a big, yellow dodge ram 4x4 just feet from me. i then remember waking up in an ambulance, answering some questions and blacking back out. i remember thinking that this must be a bad dream. i then wake up to find myself staring at the hospital ceiling. hence, the eva quote as my mood. it's fitting. it's now friday, i think, and these last few days have been nothing but a blur of pain and analgesic, light and dark, clarity and confusion. i got hit by a truck, and i walked away from it. which leaves me to think; i saw my car. it's totaled - the driver side is folded under the passenger side. if i could have survived that (which i shouldn't have) i should be in a full body cast, i should have been liquefied. why wasn't i? why did i survive? so i've gotten pretty religious. there's just no other way to explain how my life was saved. god or jesus or an angel or something; i don't know, but i know that i'm alive right now typing away in this little box about how i should be dead and gone and i'm not. it's just about the strangest thing i've ever experienced in my lifetime. i never want another car wreck. so the official score, for anyone who wants to know, is: dodge ram - kia rio 1 - 0 i'm back. ~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~ get your own guestbook here |
