My friend Amanda (whom I’ve mentioned here before) was in a pretty bad car accident earlier this week.
The whole thing has really sent me spinning.
The accident was really ugly. She was hit by a group of drunk dumbass kids flying down the road at 80mph, who decided that it would be a good idea to run through an intersection, and smack into her.
80mph. That’s a helluva fucking impact.
She tells me that the paramedics had to get the Jaws of Life to get her out of her car. A couple of the kids in the other car hadn’t been wearing their seatbelts, and were thrown through the windshield. One of them, the driver’s brother, has died. They were a bunch of 20-something year olds that had been out camping and drunk all weekend, and drive home late Sunday night. Oh, and they had a 15 year old girl with them, too. Fucking classy people here.
Amanda seems to be fine though. She’s pretty bruised up, and her hand, arm, and shoulder are broken, but all in all, nothing too bad.
When someone close to you gets in a serious accident like this, you can’t help but wonder what it means. If it’s supposed to be a wakeup call from someone upstairs, or if it’s just bad luck.
I am so (SO!) thankful, though, that she is ok.