Wrecked

Two weeks ago today I was in a wreck. I was stopped waiting for the man in front of me to go and I glanced in my rear view mirror. I noticed a truck going way to fast to stop and I watched it as it got closer. It was like the world slowed down and I don't remember tensing up or anything. I don't know if I watched it hit me, if I closed my eyes, or if I just looked forward. I just felt like my body and mind were on two different pages... like there was no connection between them at all. I think now it was God's way of shielding me, and I just let go of myself. He slammed into the back of me and I heard an awful crashing sound. My body felt motionless, though I know that was not the case. Still, time seemed to be standing almost completely still, but in actuality it was only a second before my car lurched forward into the truck in front of me. Again, that sound... a sound I never want to hear again. My knee slammed into the dash, but the rest of me seemed alright. And yes... I checked. I'm sure it looked like one of those movies where you think something is about to happen to a character. Then when nothing happens it surprises him too, so he looks down patting his body to make sure all the limbs were still attached. The next thing on my mind was not what I imagine other people doing. I figure they would grab their cell phone and start dialing 911... not me!!! I find the phone in the floorboard. Thank God I had had it plugged to the lighter so it would charge. There is no telling where it would have been if it wasn't attached to something. My fingers started dialing... something I never do. Most of the time I would have just hit "send" twice. After all... she was the last person I had called. "Hello?" she answered. "Ma... I just had a wreck". Sheer panic in her voice showed such compassion. "What, are you okay, whose fault.... where are you?" she scrambled to gather sounds that some how managed to make actual words. "I don't know" I replied. "What... what do you mean" at first she was loud, as though she had become annoyed, then her words slowed down and she spoke calmly "Sara.. is someone else there?". I didn't know why she would ask that but I replied "yes...". The man that had hit me had already come to my car door. But I didn't want to talk to him... I just wanted my momma. "Ask them where you are or give them the phone, Okay?" I knew she just wanted to find me but I didn't want to stop  hearing her voice. "28" I said "I am past walmart on 28." We only talked another minute before she told me she was on her way. She hung up and I felt like a soggy dog that had just been scolded from jumping in a mud puddle. I didn't do anything wrong. I am a good driver. I looked over the car and noticed its every nick and ding. The front was worse than the back, but the back had been hit so hard you could see the "Toyota" symbol indention where he had smashed into the trunk. I didn't go to the hospital, and the ambulance never came out. It took over an hour for the police to get there and by that time my mother had already made it from Honea Path. I was sore only a day or two and I still don't think I was hurt. I thank God everyday for letting me still wake up in the morning. Also driving makes me want to cry. I hate stopping at red lights or stop signs. I will almost run it before I have to slow down in front of someone. I am so paranoid to drive at all, but I ask God to ease my nerves and I know He rides the whole way with me. Come to find out, the man that hit me was looking down at his phone. The other man riding with him yelled for him to stop, and when he looked up he started stomping in the floor for the break pedal. Well... he found a pedal alright... the gas pedal. Just thinking that taking your eyes off the road for a spilt second worries me now. You never know who it will be or when. I was a good driver... I'm not now. But I will get better again, All thanks to God.