Last week I loaded up the dogs and headed North to GA for a little get-away-from-the-pool-destruction and to help my Aunt and Uncle as they move into their new home. Our drive is usually uneventful, but not this time. I was almost out of Florida near the turnpike and I saw in my peripheral, in the distance on the southbound lane what I thought was a huge puff of smoke, then I saw a BODY projecting through said smoke.
*My brain: did I just see what I think I saw?
I slowed down a bit while trying to process and by the time I got near the scene of the smoke my brain said: YEP, you saw what you saw!
My heart was racing, my fingers kind of went numb as I slowed even more, now going around 55 as I passed the scene I saw the once-flying-man-on the road; he was on his hands and knees trying to stand while I also saw (I’m still driving) the shell/cab of the semi truck slowly sliding away from the main part of the truck and then I saw what appeared to be another semi truck behind it. I put 2 and 2 together and I realized it was TWO semi trucks that collided. There were cars traveling south behind the scene as I was dialing 911.
BTW: If you ask Siri to dial 911, that b*tch won’t.
I got ahold of 911, let them know where the accident was and that I wasn’t able to stop as I was on the other side of 75 and still moving.
It happened SO fast and at the same time, my brain played it over again in slow motion. I figured out that the ‘smoke’ I saw wasn’t smoke from a fire, but maybe from the impact? Or because one of the trucks were refrigerated?
Ya’ll. This haunted me. I called the Coach so he could talk me down as my adrenaline was out of this world. We forged on, the dogs slept through my anxiety but I couldn’t shake the eery feeling of what I’d witnessed.
I was praying that both drivers were ok, but from the look of what I saw, how could they?
For 24 hours, I couldn’t shake it. I spoke to Lolo the next day asking if there was a way for her to look into it, but she said the best thing to do is a google search with any details. (road, county, date etc)
And I did.
They both survived. Thank you Baby Jesus.
The guy who FLEW out of his truck wasn’t wearing a seat belt, (who does that?) he drifted onto the shoulder where a semi-truck (Blue Bell ice cream) was parked. They both walked away with minor injuries.
Me? I’m still a bit scarred from it and I avoided being near any semi-trucks for the duration of our trip.
Two of my dear friends are in major health crisis’ right now. It’s hard to share happy things when that is weighing on my heart. It’s hard to be my lighthearted and my silly self when I’m worried about them. You get that, right?
If you can, send up some positive vibes, prayers and good mojo for my friends M & C. Both of whom I’ve met through blogging and are extra special humans. M is an extra special friend to my girls, my Mom and I.
To end on a happier note.
Similar to Hoovers’ “A Chicken In Every Pot”, I have my own motto: A Dog Bed In Every Room.
If there’s one thing I can control in this life, it’s my dogs’ comfort.
Our dogs have multiple beds in just about every room in our house. Plus Lillie gets to free range on the couches/chairs ’cause she’s so small. She loves to sit on my lap when I’m at my desk, occasionally I’m cruel and send her to her bed under the craft table.
Side eye much?
I don’t think I could love that one eared, damaged trachea, pee’s all the time, non-dog-friendly old lady any more than I do.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who has witnessed a terrible accident. Please tell me the memory will fade just as my math skills have.
Your traumatized friend Suz