Today I am just grateful to be alive….

Last night on the way home from work, I took the road I normally do 81 northbound…I was about a ¼ mile from the Maugens Avenue exit, driving in the right lane, minding my own business. I needed to get gas at that exit so that is why I was in the right lane. Traffic was heavy and there were tractor trailers to the front of me, and to the left of me. It just so happens before I knew what actually happened, I was being shoved in a spin, round and round and round I ended up in the left lane in the grassy median. I remember the car spun so fast but inside I spun very slowly, gripped the wheel so very tightly, and had my foot pushed so far down on my brake pedal to try to come to some stop. I eventually did stop and was so lucky that I did not hit the guardrail that was a little bit up from where I did end up, and for repeating this over and over in my head…for not being killed on impact. You see as that tractor trailer truck drove over the dotted line, his front end clipped or “pushed” my car like I was sliding on ice. When he pushed me it made my car turn left and around and around and around. I kept thinking that if a car was right behind the tractor trailer as he then went into the right lane, the only vehicle left spinning in the left lane would have been mine which I would have been hit directly on the drivers’s side door, and not actually live to tell about it today. I sat in the car for a while trying to grasp my thoughts, and calm my shaking hands…I got out of the vehicle to check if my tired had blown. Luckily all four tires were intact, I then looked up and saw the tractor trailer on the right side of the road, up about a couple hundred feet. I got back in my car, was able to drive it across to the other side where I could access what had just happened. This man was shaking outside the truck, asking me if I was ok if I was ok, I said I was other than just being shook up. He kept saying I didn’t see you, I didn’t see you, and I’m like how could you not see me, I’m in the right lane, in front of you…you crossed over the dotted line, well he didn’t have a clue what I was saying because his English was very broken and then I said, look, I need to get your insurance information, and he looked at me with big eyes and said, no no no, I can’t give you that, I just started this job, and I cannot provide you with that, and went over to look at the damage to my bumper, and said we can fix. I said no, we cannot, you are giving me your insurance information, I work for a defense law firm for an insurance company and I NEED your information. By this time the traffic was shut down, the fire engine and ems came, as well as the police. After all information was exchanged and I was calmed down a bit, the police officer said that it was what they call a “push and shove” so to speak, and it did feel like I was just sliding but didn’t’ know what caused it in my head because I wasn’t doing anything other than driving in my right lane minding my own business. The officer said I was very very lucky considering what COULD have happened. I then was able to drive home and get in my house and all I wanted to do was cry. I broke down because I kept seeing myself spin and then in my head I kept seeing a car coming to my left side…I could not get that image out of my head. I told H that it felt like it never happened, like it was a dream of some sort, that I imagined it…but I didn’t and that is the sad part. I called her at 6:48 to let her know I was in an accident, and apparently she texted me at the same time 6:48 “where you at baby”? Our paths crossed in that moment, both communicating in one way shape or form. I will never forget that day as long as I live.