| json_metadata | "{"app":"musing/1.1","appTags":["life"],"appCategory":"life","appTitle":"What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you?","appBody":"<p>I have had some close-calls in my life. Those have undoubtedly represented the scariest memories I have.</p>\n<p>The most dramatic one, one where I saw myself dead, was a car accident I was involved in when I was a senior in HS</p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p><img src=\"https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2015/04/22/11/23/accident-734594_960_720.jpg\" /></p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p>We were planning some fun raising for our graduation party and my best friend, who was the only one with a car (it was his father's, actually, but he used it freely), asked me and another friend to accompany him distribute some letters or cards (I can't recall exactly now). We were going to a nearby town, about 20 miles away. It was a route we rode every day, not particularly dangerous, the vehicle was almost new (his father had actually paid the last check that month), and my friend had been driving since he was 13.</p>\n<p>It was supposed to be a routine 20 mins drive (to and from), but when we were on our way back home, the car ( Jeep Wrangler 1988) started to show some mechanical failure. It seemed to be the steering mechanism. Right amid a curb the steering wheel just went bananas. My friend lost control of the car and we overturn several times after the vehicle stopped upside down in a bushy area, just about to fall down a ravine.</p>\n<p>I remember that moment as a slow motion scene. It feels as if it was yesterday and I can't still believe none of us got seriously injured in that accident. I remember touching something on the dashboard and seeing my friend's face showing terror at not being able to control the car. Then, everything went dark and I only heard the scheeching sound of metal scratching the pavement and glass breaking all over us. And we turned over once and again. I rememeber thinking \"stop, enough!\"</p>\n<p>Then, it stopped and i was laying facedown on a grassy surface. I could hear my friend's voices calling my name. I slowly started to gain consciousness of my body. My hands were bloody, I was afraid I had broken my legs, but when I moved them and felt no pain I was relieved. I tried to answer back, but no voiced came out. So, I gather strength and got up. My friends were trying to turn the car over. They thought I had been trapped under it.</p>\n<p>We went up the road and found some people asking how many were dead. They wanted us to go to a hospital, but we did not want to move and leave the car unattended. I remember being concerned about one of my shower sleepers (I had just bought them from my summer job). I felt fine.</p>\n<p>Then I saw the missing sleeper in the middle of the road, some 100 meters away. I picked it up and went to a car that stopped, the driver offered to take us to the hospital. It was our Math teacher. He was so scared. When we arrived at the hospital there were peple already there speculating about one of us having lsot an eye and another one having broken his spine.</p>\n<p>Then, I panicked. There were no cellphones then. I wanted to tell my parents I was ok. The doctor saw us and asked us to be quiet. We were bleeding all over. Sometimes there is internal damage and people just drop dead after having said they were ok. He said we needed to be taken to a real hospital, one hour drive away. Our small town's facility did not have equipments to treat that kind of injury. There was not an ambulance available and they went to fethc my elder brother, who had a car. My brother came some minutes later with one of my uncles and he \"flew\" me to Carúpano's hospital.</p>\n<p>When we got there the are were too many patients ahead of us. I started to feel dizzy. asked my uncle to take me to a chair and then everything went dark again.</p>\n<p>When I woke up I was laying down on a strecher and some nurses were pulling glass out of my back. I had a couple of big cuts on one of my legs. After the X-rays results came out I felt better. There was no fracture. My spine was ok. My friends had also minor injuries. The driver almost broke his chest with the steering wheel but he was stronger than we thought.</p>\n<p>The car was a different story. It was total loss and no insurance. We recovered from our injuries, but we never recovered from the sense of guilt of having wrecked my friend's father's car.</p>\n<p>After that accident we spent some time having nightmares. It was the closest we had been to dying and it was a transformative experience. We started to value life more and also those people around us who meant the most for us.</p>","appDepth":2,"appParentPermlink":"fka499xaw","appParentAuthor":"favourpage","musingAppId":"aU2p3C3a8N","musingAppVersion":"1.1","musingPostType":"answer"}" |
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