Ok, so i haven't written for a week or two, sorry fans i've been working WAAAY TOO much!
saturday night 2 weeks ago, or should i say sunday morning, i came upon a car that was flipped up on it's driver's side. I looked behind me.....no one... i looked all around, nobody was there but me. it was quarter to four in the morning, so i immediately stopped my van and called 911. the dispatcher asked me to stay until the cops came, i agreed even though i was on my way to pick up a good customer. i knew he'd understand. i ran over to the car to see if anyone was hurt. i don't know CPR (i should learn) and i know that you aren't supposed to try to move someone who's hurt. i didn't know what good i would be. maybe the last kind voice a person could hear before dying. i thought the worst! i couldn't see anyone through the wreckage, but i could hear someone crying so i just started talking " hello are you hurt?" i said. a girl's voice said "no" then i asked "is there anyone in there with you?" she said "no i'm alone. I fell asleep at the wheel!" I replied "oh i'm so sorry! i'm glad you're ok. the ambulance is on it's way" she had been sitting there for over half an hour alone and scared.
HOLY SHIT!! i can relate........working 12 hour shifts is hard. sometimes if i want to do something other than work, i have to sacrifice sleep for it. then towards the end of the shift i'm getting really tired, almost on auto pilot. VERY DANGEROUS! this was an "awakening" for me, because i was feeling like that ALOT this night. i didn't get to sleep for 3 hours after i got home. just layed there thinking about her and what it would be like waking up out of control about to hit a tree. FUCK! from now on i go out of my way to get at least 7 hours of sleep. I believe everything happens for a reason. there are 2 reasons I came down that road.... to save her, and to WAKE UP!!!
Merry Christmas everyone.