11-09-2009, 03:34 PM
I don't frighten easily, but I have one time where I had a near death experience, and didn't even realize it, or feel any emotion about it til afterwards.
I was coming home one really icy night (Feb 28th 2005) from my job in Lansing. I was coming down I96 towards Grand Rapids around exit 76 when I saw a van spin out in front of me and roll into a ditch. I came to a safe stop on the shoulder right next to the van and got out to check on the driver. He was ok, just a little disoriented. I helped him get out of the vehicle and had just enough time to turn around to see a purple vehicle (turned out to be a Pontiac Sunfire) spin out and slam right into the back of my parked vehicle, sending it from a parked position out into traffic. Thankfully everybody else had slowed and were able to stop before hitting it again.
Had my car not been sitting in the exact spot it was in, the purple sunfire would have flown off the edge of the embankment and right into the driver of the van and I.
After rushing to the Pontiac and then dialing 911 as the driver was unresponsive, the adrenaline started to fade and I began to piece together what had just happened in my mind and the realization that I had almost died hit me like a ton of bricks.
I later found out that the girl driving the Pontiac spent 6 months in the hospital recovering from 3 seperate breaks in the spinal collumn. She had to do rehab to learn how to walk again.
I was coming home one really icy night (Feb 28th 2005) from my job in Lansing. I was coming down I96 towards Grand Rapids around exit 76 when I saw a van spin out in front of me and roll into a ditch. I came to a safe stop on the shoulder right next to the van and got out to check on the driver. He was ok, just a little disoriented. I helped him get out of the vehicle and had just enough time to turn around to see a purple vehicle (turned out to be a Pontiac Sunfire) spin out and slam right into the back of my parked vehicle, sending it from a parked position out into traffic. Thankfully everybody else had slowed and were able to stop before hitting it again.
Had my car not been sitting in the exact spot it was in, the purple sunfire would have flown off the edge of the embankment and right into the driver of the van and I.
After rushing to the Pontiac and then dialing 911 as the driver was unresponsive, the adrenaline started to fade and I began to piece together what had just happened in my mind and the realization that I had almost died hit me like a ton of bricks.
I later found out that the girl driving the Pontiac spent 6 months in the hospital recovering from 3 seperate breaks in the spinal collumn. She had to do rehab to learn how to walk again.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.