![]() ![]() Then, I jumped out of my car and ran across the street to see the car I hit. My shoulder hit the steering wheel, and I was frozen for only a moment, as I thought about one of my teammates whose mass card hung from my mirror. I just remember the sound of crashing metal against one another, and then silence. I don’t remember the sound of a horn at all I don’t remember my car spinning and almost hitting the nearest pole. There is no way to really describe accidents accurately. It was within minutes that I collided at the intersection. I was no more than five minutes into driving, but my mind was only thinking about a million other things, including what I’d have to eat and drink once I got to where I was going. They wouldn’t hear from me until the next day, as that drive home in my 2008 Santé Fe would be my last in that car. Saturday was spent working about a 9-hour shift, and I got out early enough to meet my friends. I spent Wednesday night drinking beer with friends, and the celebration on Thursday was met with jokes and catching up with family. As someone who usually was not a fan of Thanksgiving, I found myself very grateful for the things I did have. It was the conclusion of a holiday weekend gone right. ![]()
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