“Will I die today?” that was the thought I had running through my head as I kept hitting my car’s brakes.
I had been speeding down the highway in an attempt to return to my wife Elaine, who had called to tell me there was an intruder in our home. I had accelerated up to 80 km/hr when a young redhead boy stumbled across the road. I tried the brakes and had gotten no response, so to avoid hitting the boy who had literally come out of nowhere, I swerved hard, and my vehicle rolled over a few times, after which I lost consciousness. The next time I became aware, I was in a hospital. I felt pain all over my body, and I couldn’t seem to open my eyes even though I was well aware of all that was happening around me. My mouth was unresponsive as well, even though I tried a few times to talk. For a long time, all I heard was the beep beep beep of the machines I was hooked up to. The nurses came by to take my vitals and make sure I was stable, but after they left, there was nothing I could do, so I kept trying to get my body faculties to work. Several hours passed when I heard someone enter my ward. I once again tried to open my eyes, but nothing happened. The person who entered smelled familiar, and when she spoke, I confirmed it was my wife. I was overjoyed but could not show it. It was a harrowing experience. I expected to hear her sob over the extent of my injuries, but instead, I heard her dial a number. When whoever she had called picked up, her words shocked me.