“ HONK HONK HONK “ was the sound of my siren when an intoxicated/high driver ran into my car, but before I enlighten you on what exactly went on that night lets start with the beginning of June 24, 2017. After a long summer day of work, I had ordered a plate from PolansHouston, a black-owned business in Missouri City. As a citizen of Texas, drivers are required to take a drivers education course to receive your license.The purpose of Driver’s Education is so that drivers can learn the right way to drive and avoid any citations from the law. I enjoyed taking Driver’s Ed because I was taught how to follow the rules of the road.Although it taught me what I need to know about avoiding collisions and etc.Statistics of are high for teenagers to have car collisions rather than adults.
To resume to the story, I was scheduled to work at Foodarama for 4 to 10. I remember it like it was yesterday only because PolansHouston was selling Soul Food that I had been suggesting to them for months. Although I am 18
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As I approached the next light, a red light, I stopped and just so after I stopped the blinking yellow arrow appeared. I sat patiently waiting for a clear path so I could make the left turn. Noticing that no cars were near, I made my turn. CRASH, SKRT, CRASH, I yelled “ WHAT THE HELL” and tried to pull my car to the side of the street but it was no longer drivable.
Well, I would think that I would be scared getting into my first car accident, but I might’ve been even calmer than Eeyore. Getting hit wasn’t the cherry on top of the sundae neither after asking for insurance, both individuals that were in the car left the scene. It was almost 12:30 and I had an interview the next morning, I just wanted to go home. The cops asked a series of questions that night, even though I was a couple of blocks away from home they had to tow my car since it wasn’t
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But then, i didnt know what was happening. Cars started merging. my mind was not fast enough. brake or accelerate? no time. left. but theres a car there. Instinct took over. Eventually I pulled over and eventually i calmed down.
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We were driving along a northern stretch of Interstate 70 keeping up with traffic at the designated 75 mph speed limit. Positioned in the middle lane and about to pass a big semi-trailer truck, another car suddenly appeared to our right. It came within inches of clipping our right front bumper as it squirreled its way between us and the semi into the middle lane. My heart jumped into my throat as the maniac driver threaded through an opening of a few feet and ended up in front of us. Going approximately 85 or 90 mph, he was soon out of sight.
It started like an ordinary Friday night; the school football team unsurprisingly suffered another loss. After dropping a friend home, I began a fateful drive home. Driving through the an unfamiliar neighborhood, I found myself following a black Land Rover. Very suddenly, the SUV stopped. I thought it was strange but I stopped, giving maximum distance between our vehicles. Out of nowhere, the Land Rover jerked backwards, accelerating at me so quickly I could not react. The SUV hit me, tearing off my bumper and denting my hood. From my point of view, it was clear to see
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For years growing up, I always counted on getting my driver’s license the day I turned sixteen. I never really put much thought into the awareness and heed that is required while behind the wheel. I was an immature girl, not thinking about what consequences my actions could hold. My adolescent views of the world were about to land me in a world of hurt.
In an instant the car didn’t stop. Our car was bigger than it so it ricocheted off us. My mom’s car airbags deployed at 400 miles per hour, but my mom put her arm out to stop mine. The doctor said if she hadn’t done that, I would’ve broken a few bones in my face, and maybe my neck. Meanwhile in the other car, he went flying in the other direction, luckily he didn’t have a passenger because the whole side of the car was smashed in. After the airbags deployed, she anticipated hitting the telephone pole. My mom had taken this route to work everyday for 6 years, but she was wrong. We drove straight into the soybean field. My mom couldn’t touch the brake to stop the car so we drove through half of the field before stopping. Splosh, splosh of all the water and mud splashing as we got out of the car. My mom yells my name to make sure I am okay, then we hustled over to the other man’s car.
According to Merriam-Webster, drive is an innate, biologically determined urge to attain a goal or satisfy a need. It could also mean to propel or carry along in a specified direction. I personally like the idea that your drive is an urge to satisfy a need. People can have many drives. It could be family, a career, or anything else really. For me, it’s music. Music has been a very important aspect of my life for as long as I can remember. My dad plays the piano, so any piano music brings back good memories. I play multiple instruments, but my main ones are the violin and the guitar. I have always used music as an outlet, whether I play it or simply listen to it. I feel like having music in my life is a real need that I was born with. People can love music, but some people are born with a connection to it .
It was about 22 years ago, my mom applied for a job at Sungold Seeds. She got the job and started one week later. She was a pretty good worker and her boss praised her for it. She would miss work every once in a while. Until something strange started happening.
Getting through the day without thinking about that car was difficult. Then realization hit me… I needed to walk back home. Making it across 75, I was exactly four blocks from my house. The day seemed long and dragging. As I embraced the warm sun, I was two blocks away. As I am trying to remember, I get hit with an agonizing pain in my head. Waiting a minute for the pain to subside, I continued my horrific experience. Two blocks, that was all I had to go. I glanced to my left to see the blue Civic roaring as fast as it could and suddenly everything went black. A wet droplet falls down my cheek. Assuming it was water I try wipe it off. I realized that whoever that Civic driver was, kidnapped me and tied my hands behind my back. My fingers traced the knot, creating a mental picture of the knot in my head. With that picture, I squeezed my tiny fingers through the knot and managed to get it loose enough to slip my hands out. Wiping my face, I figured out that the water was actually blood oozing out of my ear. I tried not to panic, and kept telling myself that it will all be over soon. I feel around the darkness for a light switch or a