I thought I was going to die today – for about one second. There were another 30 seconds I thought that if I didn’t die, I was, atleast going to be seriously injured.
Lacking the breaks to stop, panic set in, and rather than scream at the driver who couldn’t do much, I could hear myself thinking;
‘I can’t die, I am a single mother of 2 children who’s father is an alcoholic.’
Imagining my body crumpled, I frantically looked outside to find the best place the driver could crash. The best place, causing the least damage, resulting in less harm to us; the passengers.
The bus finally slowed. Down the road, around the corner and halfway up the next street from where we smashed the front end of a car to pieces.
I tried to comfort our bus driver who kept saying thankyou for the quiet words and gentle hand on his shoulder. His quick thinking saved our lives, I’m almost sure of it.
Missy and I prayed out loud for the driver in the other vehicle.
After we gave our statement to the police, we walked back around the road to see what appeared to be rescue trying to provide comfort and create more room for the somebody we didn’t know to be manouvered out of the vehicle.
The ambulance came. I think it took too long.
Life is short and God Blesses us abundantly.