About a year ago, I was in a terrible car accident. I was driving on the roads with two of my children and one of their little friends. We were on what you’d call the "back roads", since it was a newly developed community in the making the roadway didn't have lines and such. The roads were fair, just no real visible lines. We had just finished having lunch and looking at some land to purchase, so we could build our dream home. There was hardly anyone driving around at the time, as we took this little trip in the middle of the day, during the week. We were perfectly safe, it was quiet, beautifully lined and scattered with trees, and some of the most gorgeous houses that pictured too perfect for anyone to live in them. As we were ending our sight-seeing we got back on the road to head home, as I’d listened to my daughter and her friend role play a skit out of their Sunday school book, I also managed to converse with one of my sons about god knows what?! We were happy, healthy and free!
As I continued to drive, up ahead I could see a car approaching pretty quickly towards us. The street we were driving on had a curve design, black top, but no lines on the road. You just knew to drive on your side of the street, and as far too the right when possible on a 2 lane road like that (Now that I think about it… it was like… one big lane go in 2 different directions). I was actually glad to see a car, since we really hadn’t seen any people coming or going from the area at the time. So, I was anticipating to see who was driving, and if they would smile or wave! What?! I wanted to know what type of people may live in the area. J Now, while this car is coming towards us and we’re driving this curvy street I can tell she’s approaching pretty quickly… Living in Texas I’ve learned that some people tend to speed on the “back roads” where theres no signal lights. I began to mumble under my breath about how fast she was coming. I even asked my 10 year old son “Is that lady driving in our lane?” He said, “It looks like it, yeah!” So I start hunking the horn like a maniac, and yelling at the top of my lungs, “Get Over, Get Back In Your Lane, You are Driving on the Wrong Side” Of course, this all happened in a matter of seconds, after having met up at the curve is when we truly realized, she was indeed in our lane. It was crazy! As she continued to approach us (now in miliseconds), I could see her, but she just didn’t see us. That could have been because she was talking on her cell phone, with her head down, with a paper in her hand. You’re probably asking how I could see all that. Because at this point, we were right in front of each other as if we were parked in a parking lot.
And just before we collided, she looked up at me and I looked at her… 1 second later I remember holding tight to my steering wheel, looking over to the right where my son was sitting. I saw the glass from the windshield break apart as the little pieces bounced off his face. I don’t recall hearing a word from the girls in the back seat. As this very moment of impact happened in slow motion, I thought to myself, “Is this how I’m going to die, Is this it for me, Am I going to watch my son be crushed, Wow what would my husband think?” 30 seconds later our lives completely changed. Our lives were not the same anymore. We would forever, look at this situation as a major learning experience.
So, before you get mad at the driver in front of you, for actually doing the official speed limit or maybe driving 5 mph less than required – imagine how many accidents occur every hour, how many people die, how many adults and children are injured, and most importantly think about leaving 2 days early if you’re that impatient. Toodles!!
-Taylor Davis
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