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Thankful to be Alive
Thankful to be Alive
By Gia Volterra de Saulnier
It was cold, no, not just cold. Bitter cold. Where you could see the snow landing not so softly on my pickup truck window. Well, that is if I could see out of my pickup truck window.
I had a really rough night as it is. I just spent the evening with my ungrateful dysfunctional family over a not so lovely Thanksgiving dinner. Of course, the Turkey was dry and Mother tried her best, but Father insisted on frying the dang thing. There was fighting, there was swearing, there was my brother not paying attention to anything but the stupid Football game. I couldn't wait until the dessert was over so I could say I had to go home. I had to make some sort of excuse just to get out of there, but the storm was starting to hit rather badly, so it seemed as good as I got.
The next thing I know, some jerk swerved his car in front of me, and I jerked my pickup truck to the left to avoid an accident, only to catch on black ice in the pitch black at night. My truck swerved, jiggled and then I felt myself falling in the truck.
It's a good thing I had my seat belt on or maybe I had some kind of Angel watching over me, but I was hurt. I couldn't see where I was. I know the truck had rolled over a few times into a ditch, I could only pray that someone or something was coming to save me.
My arm was numb, my windshield was cracked. I could still hear my heart going at a very rapid pace. It was then I saw flashing lights. It was all I could see out of my limited eyesight.
I heard a man's voice, gravely and rough.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" The Brittish Columbia accent thickened with worry. My only answer was "My arm is numb."
"She's alive!", I heard him calling out to others that were with him. My heart was giddy and my soul was relieved to have someone come out to find me. My truck, well, I think it was pretty banged up by the sound of it.
The jaws of life came in and they did the best they could to just get me out of this mess.
"Ma'am, my name is Harvey, and I'm with the Wrecking Crew, we're here to get you out of this okay? Just stay with me."
I just nodded and thanked the Lord above for sending this crew to my rescue.
I wanted to hug Harvey. I didn't know who he was or if he was married with kids or if he had a girlfriend. If he was attached, boy was she a lucky girl to have him in her life.
They got me out. They called an ambulance and took me to the Hospital. I'm just thankful to be alive.