I’m glad the kid is alive, and I’m glad you feel better, Jennshark.
I’m also glad that I can now share this and not feel like I’m making everything about me. My dad had a close call lately, and this thread made me think about it, and I didn’t know where else to share it.
Last week, my dad was in a pretty serious accident that was close to being much worse.
I’d gotten a call from my mother saying basicly, “Your dad was in accident. He’s fine. I’ll call again later when I know more.” And I went about my day. Later that night I talked to my dad and he laid out the details.
There was a camper that had lost its brakes coming down a hill into the small town where my parents live. It clipped one car coming down the road before screaming through an intersection, where my dad was, at about 50 mph. Dad said he just barely saw the grill coming at him at a perfect t-bone angle, and out of sheer panic / instinct he stomped on the accelerator, giving himself 3 or 4 feet of get-out-of-the-way, before the camper slammed the back of his pick-up and slung him around 180, and sent him rolling into a guard-rail.
Turns out he was all in one piece. Nothing broken, nothing bleeding. He’s just been hella-sore since.
After I talked to him, I was completely freaked out. My mother was so calm, she made it sound like a fender bender. My dad made it sound like he was destined for a closed casket. I was literally shaking for a good hour after the phone call.
And yes, Mort, the cat, did help me calm down a little.
At any rate, thanks for letting me share (like you had a choice) and I’m glad all concerned in this passion play are (relatively) alright.
I’m sorry you experienced such a horrible shock, and glad the young man may yet be OK.
Puppy therapy (or kitty therapy, as you prefer) is the very best kind. I haven’t even had any trauma today, and I think I’ll go get myself some puppy lovin’ on your behalf.
It shocked the hell out of me when we started driving in the US and there were all these people riding motorcycles without helmets. It still doesn’t make any sense to me, but apparently that is the way it is in 30 out of 50 states.
There was a motorcycle accident across the street from work about 8-9 years ago. The guy lost control while turning through an intersection, clipped a Jeep, and flew headfirst into a brick wall.
Was wearing a helmet. Snapped his neck. DOA at hospital.
What was worse was later in the afternoon when his absolutely grief-stricken brother came into the store just looking for some insight to what happened. He was so sad and still obviously numb, and kind of - blank. I was worried that he shouldn’t have been driving, and made him sit down for a while and have some coffee.
So, I’m really happy the OP’s situation turned out better.
You have to keep in mind, too, that “helmet law” does not necessarily mean riders will abide by it. I see riders all the time with no helmets (and tank tops and shorts; that will be road rash from hell even if the accident doesn’t kill them) and I’m pretty sure we do have a helmet law here. Maybe ours is age specific, I dunno.
Any case, glad to hear it’s turned out okay.
My brother and I came upon a motorcycle accident one time. I couldn’t even tell what the hell happened, to be honest with you, but I heard later that he got caught up in a downed/drooping line of some kind (seems unlikely, but those were the reports). They were on their way back from fishing and his whole family was in the car behind him and wound up hitting him after he dumped his bike. We showed up right after that and I sat with his sister while my brother took the kids away.
It was horrifying. One of the clearest memories I have of that is his sister laughing like a maniac (shock, I’m sure). It was eerie.
They got a helicopter to take him out of there and I doubt very much that he made it but it seems possible anyway.
Granny Ruby told me a story about a car accident that happened in front of her house years ago. A family of four had been in the car and one little boy died at the scene. She said a heartbreaking thing to see was family members trying to get the little dead boy to stand up and walk.
There can be a huge difference between alive and OK.
Jennshark I am glad you are better. An accident is an ugly thing to witness, and brain bleach is often hard to come by. Good for you that you did what you did. While other people stood around or drove by, you did what was necessary.
{{{{Jennshark}}}}
So… how well do you follow your local speed laws? (generic you)
Jennshark, I’m glad you had good news, and would like to add kudos for stopping and helping (Detente y Ayuda, Stop and Help, is the name of the Spanish volunteer EMT organization).
A couple months ago I watched a fatal motorcycle accident in my rear view mirror. The accident was not my fault. But, if I hadn’t slowed down to turn left, he wouldn’t have over-corrected into the path of oncoming traffic and his wife would still be alive.
My mom was in the car with me and has been having major depressive episodes and fears for the mortality of her family ever since. Her therapist believes it’s PTSD and she is going to be seeing someone else in 2 weeks. Apparently I’ve been invited to come. I don’t get the debilitating feelings of guilt that I had right after the accident but I do still think about it a lot and occasionally feel guilt. I think I am going to go with her. It can only help.
I am really glad that the driver in the OP is going to make it. I used to want a motorcycle. Now I cringe whenever one blows past me on the highway.