But I think just the corner panner and back bumper of my vehicle will have to be replaced. The teen driver has bruised ribs and I think a sprained wrist. Her passenger (with whom I shared a ride to the hospital with holding hands all the way strapped to boards with neck braces on), I think is just sore.
But her car is completely totaled. Even the engine looked like an accordian.
I had one of the kids in the car with me. Thank the Almighty for seat belts. He would have been dead. She was going at least sixty. I was turning into my daughter's school to pick her up. Hit me so hard that she moved my oversized van 25 feet. It spun a little. I almost hit a pick-up coming out of the school.
I'm so grateful everyone is okay.
Tomorrow I'll be sore.
But the doctor gave me pain killers.
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1 comment:
I'm sorry you'll be sore. AND I will take you being sore and here than not sore and gone ANY DAY, my friend.
TTG you and everyone else are okay.
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