luckiest person alive

So my car is done. But I'm alive. It was a close call.

People can joke all they want about me being a bad driver, but an accident is an accident and it could happen to anyone. I can hope people can respect that and not make fun of my driving skills as it had little to do with it.

In twenty seconds my world got turned upside down, literally. I'm not going to get into details of emotions going through my head as it's honestly a blur other than thinking it could be it and closing my eyes. For the last two days all that keeps going through my head is the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass and coming to, to the word "are there any survivors!?! check for bodies!"

I've never been more scared than seeing the blood and hearing the ambulance on it's way and knowing this wasn't just a bad fender bender. Thank god I was the only one involved. My cuts and bruises will heal and I couldn't forgive myself if someone else was involved. Everyone who saw or heard of the accident was amazed that I walked away with minor injuries. The police driver who dealt with the scene told me he doesn't know if he believes in God, but thinks there was someone looking out for me that night. I agree with him.

It made the news, for excitement and embarrassment. I'm ashamed to put my parents through the grief of having to get a phone call from a stranger saying that I was in a serious accident, and the stress of having Blair and Tina search hospitals to see which one I was brought to.

But more than anything I'm blessed to have such great family and friends. My parents who even though scared kept things under control and were planning on driving down that night to be with me. Blair and Tina for doing a million things for me. Leanne and Jenny for being at the Merritt hospital waiting for me and being brave when seeing me in that state. Lorne and Jenn for visiting with food and taking care of me. All the calls and emails that have come in from friends. I love you all more than words can explain. Thank you.