I'm not scared to die; however, I am scared of losing the people I love and I am scared of leaving the people I love. Last night I was in a car accident. In way of car accidents, it could have been worse. All three of us involved walked away relatively injury free and not everyone involved in a car accident is that lucky. Then again, in way of car accidents it was that great. Both of our cars are probably written off and the point at which the other car hit me was centimetres away from hitting my door (being the driver) and could have potentially caused myself some serious injury. I have been playing the situation out in my mind, over and over and over again. We were going through the lights and then he just accelerated into me. The thing which strikes me the most is the fact that when I realised he was going to hit me, I closed my eyes and thought two things: 1. you fucking stupid bastard 2. my family, friends and Jesse won't be able to survive losing another person in a car accident. In the aftermath I realise 'that person' I was thinking about everyone losing was me and though it never crossed my mind that I would be the person no longer living, I never thought for a second the impact that has on me (obviously death) only the impact on everyone else.
If you have ever been in a pretty serious car accident and you were on the closer side to the other car you would know the feeling of impact. Two cars going however fast hitting each other is an indescribable feeling, but it's a feeling I can't shake. You feel the crash in your bones. You feel the moment. I saw the other guys face as it happened. I thought about Archer sitting at Jesse's feet. I thought about the traffic around me and the people who see car accidents. It's almost like it was in slow motion. So slow that I could have paused it and started it up again without it happening. When I think of the seconds before and when it happened, I can help but start shaking and crying...because the whole situation was almost unreal.
I was lucky, I know I have a guardian angel who is looking out for me and wants to keep me safe. If he hit me 5 seconds later I might not be here, then again if he hit me 30 seconds later I would be at work today and everything would be normal. Fate is a funny and horrible thing. I somewhat feel fate is playing practical joke on me it's kind of like 'haha you think your life is on track, so I am going to fuck some shit up for you' or 'haha you finally thought you were over losing your friend to a car accident, I am going to put you in a car accident so all that emotional pain comes flooding back'. Fan-fucking-tastic. I know I have lessons to learn, I still believe everything happens for a reason but sometimes I am tested.
I somewhat feel bad things are following me. I don't know why these things happen to me. I don't know why I am not given the opportunity to be happy and do well and succeed in life. I guess life isn't meant to be easy, the point isn't what happens to you it's the lessons you learn from the experiences. I am lucky that it didn't end up worse. I am lucky that the person I love and my dog are both ok as well. I am that I have the most amazing and support family who love me unconditionally. More than anything, I am just lucky.