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There is a bumper sticker I have seen untold number of times and have always found it cute “God is my copilot”. Yesterday morning this bumper sticker took on a very significant meaning for me. I was on my way to work along my normal route the weather was normal and dark at this time of year for 0600 in the morning (6am civilian time). I was coming up on a 90 degree curve at my usual 45 miles per hour and had no thoughts going through my head which were abnormal. Then out of the blue my right front tire grabs the edge of the road and pulls me into gravel which further funnels me into tire ruts in the ditch. Remember that part about my speed of 45 miles per hour? All of this was happening so fast I didn’t have time to hit my brakes and I continued bouncing down this rutted ditch until I came to a sudden stop by hitting a telephone pole at 45 mile per hour. I do remember the back end of this rental vehicle, a Nissan Rogue, lift into the air and the windshield shattering and the roof crushing inward. That was all I remembered. The next thing I know I see light from my left and someone asking me for my drivers license which I promptly fished out of my wallet and handed over. If you ever looked into a Kaleidoscope when you were young and remember all of the colors and the changing scenes then you have a vague idea of what I was seeing just no color. The rescue team finally got my door open and I promptly stepped out of the Rogue and was laid onto a gurney. My next memory was rolling into the EMT rescue truck and answering some questions, calling my wife, and texting my boss. I feel us drive off and then we arrived at the Hospital ER all within seconds of me stepping out of the Rogue. I know for a fact it takes 20 minutes at 60mph to get from where I in the ER at the Ohio Health Hospital in town. Something wasn’t right but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I remember my clothes getting cut off of me, brand new pair of panties too, damnit. These professionals didn’t bat an eyelash nor mention anything later it was just business as usual, huh. So as time moved along the way I saw it happen was like from someone else’s eyes and from far away. When the doctor came in at one point it was to stitch up my left ear. My wife was there! Where did she come from and when? I could just make out the doctor telling my wife that there would be no pain relief via a needle, no pain relief at all because of something to do with the ear construction and where I needed the stitches. SO he took the needle and line and inserted the needle into my ear……..HOLY mary mother of God!!!!! ouch! that friggin hurt. Only 3 more to go so hang on calm down and get ready for….HOLY cow and a frog’s balls!!!!!! and so on for 2 more stitches. No broken bones, no intestines on the floor, no decapitation. Nope, nothing that drastic just a major concussion, a bunch of twisted musculature, my right hand and arm cut up by glass with a few chunks of flesh scooped out and some seriously sore ribs all around. Mild whiplash and that just about covers it…..oh wait I forgot about the rental vehicle which is a Nissan Rogue – totalled, a complete loss. I seem to remember one of the EMTs mentioning something about someone was very lucky to be alive……..The next day we had to go to the Police department, go by the towing company, and to my Chiropractor. Well if you click each link below, you will see the Rogue I was driving. I have had a lot of people who have seen the vehicle tell me I am lucky to be alive and I just nod my head and move along. When it comes down to it and seeing the inside of the Rogue the next day……God was my copilot, truly. This Sunday I plan on going to visit church and say a prayer of thanks to him. 6″ only 6″. Is all the vehicle would have had to move to the right and I would not be here now letting my sisters know how happy I am to be alive and be myself. Loves and hugs
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