CRASH!

Katy Curry©

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An almost normal day exploded into something else at 3:10 PM.  She had gotten a text from her daughter-in-law Eunice asking if she would take Eunice and Samuel to the pediatrician. Everyone had been so ill, and Sam was not improving, but getting worse.  The appointment was for 2:30 PM, but the tornado watches had prevented Nelson from coming home to leave the car seat for little Sam.  Three tornadoes had hit that day.  Eunice finally decided to take a chance with the old one, so they got it into the car.  Sam was so sick he didn’t fuss much.  The ride went smoothly almost to the doctor.  Marie needed to make a left and had her left-hand blinker on and was waiting for traffic to clear so she could turn.  The last oncoming car had just passed when  CRASH!!!!  She was hit from behind and shoved halfway across the street.  By sheer instinct, she pulled her car over the rest of the way so she would not get hit again.

She was out of her car as fast as her short legs would let her move.  The driver of the vehicle was coming across the street.

“I’m so F%($*%^)$ sorry….”

“How dare you use that language to me!  I am trying to get my sick grandson to the doctor, and now you do this and then drop the “F” bomb!  Put a decent tongue in your mouth and dial 911!”

“Uh, Yes Ma’am.  I am so sorry, I hit you, and I upset….:” the young man blubbered.

“What are you crying for, are you hurt?” Marie asked, still angry with him.

He continued to sob and was working on getting control; Marie was still too upset and shaken to feel much other than irritation and anger.

“Just call 911, I don’t need to hear your platitudes.  Oh, heck, I’ll do it.”  Marie went back to her car scared to look in the back seat but knowing she had to.  Eunice, I need my phone, oh heck, the sun is so bright I can’t see it!  Are you okay, is Sam Okay?”

Marie dialed and reported the accident and got off.  “Eunice, are you okay?  My poor car!  I was just getting ready to make the second payment on it!.  Wait, you are crying, are you all right?”

“This just tops it, Marie.  The kids and Nelson have been sick going on the second week, Sam is sick, I have the wrong car seat, and now we have been hit.  Ow, my head!”  she pulled out a tissue and blew her nose.

“Eunice, do you need an ambulance?  Should I call Nelson for you?”  Marie was scared for her daughter in law.  Eunice was already suffering from bronchitis, had been so very sick, and now she was complaining about her head.

“Oh, no, Marie.  I had this big banana comb in my hair, and when my head went back, it dug into my scalp.  I am fine.  I need to call the pediatrician again and tell them what happened…”

“Hello, officer.” Marie broke off and turned to greet the Sheriff’s detective who had shown up.

“Ma’am, is anyone hurt, should I call for an ambulance?”

“Thank you, sir, but I think we are okay, I just want to get my grandson to the pediatrician, he is sick, and that is where we were going when I was hit…”

“Is the child alright, does he….He????? Need an ambulance?”  The detective was at the car right away wanting to check on Sam.

Marie assured him Sam was okay, just sick, not connected with the accident.  But it was strange.  Sam had given no reaction, just sat there. Sam suffered from SPD (Spacial Perception Disfunction) which is one of the manifestations of autism.  He did not know how to communicate and would become very angry and aggressive when he was trying to tell someone something.  He just sat there almost like a statue.  Eunice decided to leave him alone for the time being.

A road Deputy showed up and came to take our information.  He was very concerned when he saw Sam in the baby seat and Eunice crying.  “Ma’am, are you sure you don’t want an ambulance, are you sure everyone is okay?”

“Yes, I am certain, my biggest concern is getting Sam to the pediatrician to see she he is spiking such high fevers.  Can I just leave my information with you can carry him the rest of the way?  It is just down the street here…”

“Oh no, Marie, I don’t want you to do that,” Eunice called from the car.  I was able to reach Nelson, and he is on his way.”

“I just don’t want him to miss the pediatrician; he is pretty sick.”  Marie was starting to rub her neck.

Glancing across the street, Marie watched the two young men who had hit her.  Now a woman was over there.  Too young to me a mother, Girlfriend maybe, no…too old for a girlfriend.  There was fluid coming out of the bottom of his SUV.

“Yup, there goes his radiator.”  Remarked Marie absently.  “He sure walloped us.  My poor Baby!”  she said, referring to her car.

Marie and Frank had bought the car New Year’s Day.  They were so thrilled to be back in their favorite car, a Chevy Impala, they didn’t care it was an older car, to them, it was the best ride in town.  It was extra special because it was the same blue Frank had in his first Impala back in 1964 when he would fly along the Autobahn in Germany at speeds eclipsing one hundred miles per hour.

Nelson arrived about the same time Marie’s youngest son; Jackson showed up.  Jackson was kind of calm, Nelson upon seeing the damage to the car, knowing Eunice and Sam had been in it when the crash happened was wound tighter than an overwound watch.   Sam finally displayed some emotion when his dad showed up.

Nelson walked around Marie’s car, asked again if everyone was okay, and then asked what the Sheriff’s deputies were doing.  At that point, Jackson also pulled up.  Marie started to calm down now that things were being taken care of, the family was there, and she had time to adjust to her new normal.  She walked across the street to the young man who had hit her.  He had a look of dread on his face, and a woman ran up immediately.

“You are Justin?” She asked.   Justin, I wanted to apologize for coming down on you so hard.  I was upset, and my grandson and daughter-in-law were in the car so sick, but I should not have taken it out on you.  I apologize.”

“You’re grandson; is he okay?  He’s not hurt or anything, is he?” Justin asked.

“Other than the flu he had he is fine.  We were taking him to the doctor to see if he needed some antibiotics, no he wasn’t hurt in the accident, everyone seems fine.  Are you and your brother unhurt?”

“Yes, yes ma’am, we are fine.  Oh, this is my sister, Isabella.  She had the insurance card; we didn’t have one with us. ”

Isabella took over the conversation and apologized.  “We are so sorry this happened! Justin has never been in an accident before, and  he was genuinely frightened he had hurt you.”

“That’s why he was so emotional,” Marie responded.  “I was a little hard on him right after the accident and wanted to apologize.  I think I scared him.”

“Ma’am,” Justin interjected, “forgive me for asking, but are you a teacher?”

“Why would you ask?” Marie replied.  “Yes, I am a retired teacher.”

“Well, the way you reacted when I swore, it was just like my homeroom teacher,” Justin said.

“Well, now you know she was right!” Marie smiled. ” Those words may sound cool and all in the movies, but in real life, they will not serve you well.  I am glad everyone is okay and again, Justin, I apologize for being so hard on you without even checking to see if you were okay.  Take care of yourself.”

Finally, everyone left, Nelson took his family and finally made it to the doctor.  Jackson stayed with his mother.  The car was driveable, but the taillights were destroyed along with the truck.  After some discussion, a tow truck was called.  Eventually, Jackson got Marie home safe and sound.  It turned out Sam had a serious double ear infection but suffered no injuries from the accident.

The tale of the repairs is a different one that is still ongoing!

 

 

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