If you’re a fan of Cillian Murphy and got to sit next to him on a plane you’d probably be really excited but at the same time a small part of you would be scared for a few seconds because you’ve seen Red Eye.
I’ve never been in any kind of car accident until yesterday. We were trying to make a left across three lanes. We got the wave from two of the three to go on ahead, and the third was empty. Or so we thought (Yeah, I know its our fault). My husband says he saw the car coming at us through my window and so he stepped on the gas in order to get out of the way. We didn’t make it, but we weren’t hurt, nor were the people in the other car. Our back tire axel was bent in, bumper torn off, brake lights shattered on both sides. My airbag deployed and scraped my arm and stomach a little, but we’re both okay. Just sore. Really sore.
I think in all my twenty-one years of life, that’s the closest I’ve ever come to dying. I don’t remember much about what I happened in that moment when our cars collided, but I do remember thinking… I’m going to die. I didn’t scream, but when everything had settled I did start to cry. Almost immediately. I looked down at my body and saw that there wasn’t any blood, or holes, or a bent car door or anything. Just a ringing in my ears and my heart pounding in my chest. We were so lucky.
And of course as soon as I got out of the car it started pouring rain. The big, fat kind that stings a little when it hits your skin. After an hour or more we were drenched and making our way back to the apartment, which was very close to where we wrecked thankfully. I was still a nervous wreck, and crying off and on every 5 minutes. It took a while for me to convince Brent that everything was okay. I guess it was because I hardly believed everything was okay myself. I just kept saying that we were alive and that’s all that mattered. But, I think he just couldn’t get over the fact that my life had been in danger because of him.
If you’re reading this, Brent, just know that it wasn’t really anyone’s fault. That’s why its called a car ACCIDENT. Take comfort in knowing that I’d gladly get into a car with you again before I’d EVER get into one with your parents.
So, despite our soreness, the world turns on. Thankfully we are still here to enjoy it. I know I don’t ever really say anything to those of you who follow me, but I am grateful that you do. I post what I love and feel and I’m just happy that some people enjoy it. Have a great day everyone.