August 5th, Monday
I got involved in a car accident today. Unfortunately, Martha was with me. Fortunately, we were not hurt.
We were on our way to buy medicines for my Dad and do grocery for my Mom when a truck hit our rear. It is true that when you are hit by a car, you barely know what happened. Even up to now, everything is still a blur to me. All I remember was that when we were hit, my hands went up like I was riding a rollercoaster. Then our driver shouted somebody hit our car – and the first terrifying thought I had was that Martha might be hurt. Thankfully, she wasn’t. She just suffered an abrasion to her forehead and save for a few tears of terror, she was fine. She gladly recounted what happened to anybody who would ask, even showing her bruise (We brought her to the ER and no internal injuries were reported).
What really happened:
We stopped at an intersection to let a car make a turn. When the driver was about to accelerate, we were hit from behind by a truck. Due to the force, we hit the car in front of us and that car went to the opposite lane. Thankfully, there were no cars speeding in the opposite lane or else it would’ve been a bigger crash. So the car’s front and rear sides are smashed (it’s a wreck. And it is just a borrowed car since we brought our Dad to the hospital. Thankfully, the owner didn’t get mad at us (and that everything will be covered by insurance).)
Do not DRINK and DRIVE people. PLEASE.
I am thankful to be alive and safe but may have some PTSD on what happened. Whenever our car does an overtake or whenever I see a truck, I get so doozy and my heart palpitates.