I was on my way to Lakeland tonight for Rachel's birthday, happily singing along with Amy Grant (I told you I sang Amy's songs on drives) when I heard the pop. Now, a pop when you are driving is never a good sound. And it's even worse when you discover that you no longer have control over the vehicle. Which I didn't. This is what happened.
Several people stopped on the side of the road to make sure I was okay. They heard the pop and saw me go sliding through the muck. My favorite remark was from the guy who told me I was a really good driver and then offered me some water.
Just in case you can't tell from the photos, I was in the middle of nowhere on the main road in and out of Kissimmee. That's swamp land there, and it wasn't a pleasant experience standing there in flip flops. Then the rain started.
The tow truck driver finally arrived. That was a show in itself because the tow truck almost ended up in the muck.
I'm still recovering from the shock of it all with visions of flying brush in my head. This is the first time in my life something of this magnitude has happened to me. For that I am grateful because I know not everyone can say that, especially someone who drives as much as I do.
I offer my thanks to all the people who stopped to make sure I was okay, called 911, guided me out of the vehicle, and my dear in-laws who stayed with me. There presence was such a great comfort to me. So now I have a million phone calls to finish, some Xanax to take, and convince myself that I'm not suffering from mortal internal injuries.
Several people stopped on the side of the road to make sure I was okay. They heard the pop and saw me go sliding through the muck. My favorite remark was from the guy who told me I was a really good driver and then offered me some water.
Just in case you can't tell from the photos, I was in the middle of nowhere on the main road in and out of Kissimmee. That's swamp land there, and it wasn't a pleasant experience standing there in flip flops. Then the rain started.
The tow truck driver finally arrived. That was a show in itself because the tow truck almost ended up in the muck.
I'm still recovering from the shock of it all with visions of flying brush in my head. This is the first time in my life something of this magnitude has happened to me. For that I am grateful because I know not everyone can say that, especially someone who drives as much as I do.
I offer my thanks to all the people who stopped to make sure I was okay, called 911, guided me out of the vehicle, and my dear in-laws who stayed with me. There presence was such a great comfort to me. So now I have a million phone calls to finish, some Xanax to take, and convince myself that I'm not suffering from mortal internal injuries.
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