Thursday night around 10 pm my sister was driving south on interstate 95 when she was hit by an 18 wheeler freight truck. Her car was sucked under the truck, spun around, and spit out like a flying heap of garbage tossed to the curb. Miraculously, she lived. Once the car finally came to a stop, she climbed out of the wreckage, touched every piece of her body in an assessment of the damage, and then wrapped her arms in clothing to stop the bleeding. All she could see was blood, everywhere. She sat next to the guard rail on the road to wait for the police. They thought she was dead and were shocked to see her stand up when they arrived at the scene. They carried her to the ambulance where she peered out past the doors into the night to sneak a peak at what just happened because in the minute in which the accident happened, she's not exactly sure how it occurred. The only glimpse she got was of the "car" crumbled into a heaping pile of metal that resembled nothing of what it was only a half hour before. The roof was torn off, the front seat was smashed into the backseat, and shards of glass were everywhere. She said when she felt the airbag punch her in the face and when she heard the metal roof scrapping off, she thought she was going to die. She remembered almost yelling she wasn't ready to die yet, she has too much to do...
Naturally, she was plagued by panic and asthma attacks in the ER. The doctor used a battery of tools to cut pieces of glass out of her foot, which was done with immense skill, as my sister was shaking violently. The nurses bandaged up her arm and gave her some medication. She picked out piece after piece of glass from her hair. They told her it would be weeks before she would get all the glass out, but that doesn't matter because she's alive.
The whole thing happened in less than a minute. One second she was traveling safely in the middle lane, in the next, she was trying not to die while being tossed around between the axle of a freight truck. Everyone keeps telling her she's lucky. I'm quite certain she's aware for every time she has a silent moment, she can hear the steel and feel the airbag. She has a guardian angel somewhere. I'm considering ordaining her as the "Saint of Miraculous Escapes". I know this much is true, when I hugged her, I could not express how immensely glad I was to hear her heart beat and feel the air filling her lungs.
Breathe, you're ALIVE; hug someone, tell people you love them, and live. You never know what the next minute beholds.