An Unimaginable Reality No, I don’t recall seeing the headlights of a massive Chevrolet
truck coming directly at me. In an instant of perverse fate, the full-
size Chevy pickup, traveling at an estimated 80 miles per hour,
smashed head on into my undersized, and under-matched Ford
Mustang. The following seconds played out in slow motion,
Tchaikovsky’s commanding melodies orchestrating our wicked
dance.
The metal frames of our two vehicles collided—screaming and
screeching as they twisted and broke. The Mustang’s airbags
exploded with enough force to render us unconscious. My brain, still
traveling at seventy miles-per-hour, smashed into the front of my
skull, destroying much of the vital brain tissue that made up my
frontal lobe.
Upon impact, the tail end of my Mustang was shoved into the
lane on my right, making my driver’s-side door an unavoidable target
for the car behind me. A Saturn sedan, driven by a 16-year-old,
crashed into my door at 70 miles per hour. The door collapsed into the
left side of my body. The frame of the metal roof caved in on my
head, slicing open my skull and nearly severing my left ear. The
bones of my left eye socket were crushed, leaving my left eyeball
dangerously unsupported. My left arm broke, severing the radial
nerve in my forearm and shattering my elbow, while my fractured
humorous bone pierced the skin behind my bicep.
My pelvis was given the impossible task of separating the
Saturn’s front end from my car’s center console, and failed. It
fractured in three separate places. Finally, my femur—the largest
bone in the human body—snapped in half, and one end speared
through the skin of my thigh and tore a hole in my black dress slacks.
Blood was everywhere. My body was destroyed. My brain was
permanently damaged.
Unable to withstand the immense physical pain, my body shut
down, my blood pressure dropped, and everything went black as I
plunged into a coma.