They Called it a Near Miss
They called it a near miss, but I called it fate. As an innocent bystander, I fled to the tragic scene that I witnessed unfold so quickly before my shocked eyes. At first I thought I was daydreaming, or re-enacting an action sequence from a movie in my groggy head. It was the early morning rush and I was making my way to the train station. My walk was usually uneventful, just the hustle and bustle of people trying to get into the city.
That morning was entirely eventful in a most horrid way. As I walked across the train bridge, I heard the most excruciating sound of crashing metal and glass that pounded my eardrums. People stopped walking instantly in their tracks, eyes wide open. I was positive I had just witnessed death first hand.
My first instinct was to run as fast as I could to the small silver demolished car. This car was hit hard, pushed over 40 feet, twisted around, crushed in every way possible, and landed up over a curb onto a grassy hill. As I ran I thought to myself there is no way the driver could have survived. The other driver was already out of his car dialing emergency services. I managed to get into the passenger side of the vehicle, only to find a most frightened, but breathing, young woman, who most likely just saw her life flash before her eyes. She was crying. She was shaking. She was choking on her own blood. She was alive.
"Honey, if you can understand me, the ambulance is on the way, you are going to be alright," I said in hopes of providing some comfort. She was silent, but looked at me with the most frightened eyes I had ever seen. I held her hand. The paramedics and firefighters arrived quickly. They politely asked me to get out of the car, so they could cut her out. I said goodbye and prayed for her.
The paramedic asked me if I knew the victim, I said no. "Well, that was a darn near miss, she is lucky be alive!" As I sat on the train on my way to work that morning, I realized it was fate that kept that girl alive, something or someone didn't want her to leave this earth yet.
That morning was entirely eventful in a most horrid way. As I walked across the train bridge, I heard the most excruciating sound of crashing metal and glass that pounded my eardrums. People stopped walking instantly in their tracks, eyes wide open. I was positive I had just witnessed death first hand.
My first instinct was to run as fast as I could to the small silver demolished car. This car was hit hard, pushed over 40 feet, twisted around, crushed in every way possible, and landed up over a curb onto a grassy hill. As I ran I thought to myself there is no way the driver could have survived. The other driver was already out of his car dialing emergency services. I managed to get into the passenger side of the vehicle, only to find a most frightened, but breathing, young woman, who most likely just saw her life flash before her eyes. She was crying. She was shaking. She was choking on her own blood. She was alive.
"Honey, if you can understand me, the ambulance is on the way, you are going to be alright," I said in hopes of providing some comfort. She was silent, but looked at me with the most frightened eyes I had ever seen. I held her hand. The paramedics and firefighters arrived quickly. They politely asked me to get out of the car, so they could cut her out. I said goodbye and prayed for her.
The paramedic asked me if I knew the victim, I said no. "Well, that was a darn near miss, she is lucky be alive!" As I sat on the train on my way to work that morning, I realized it was fate that kept that girl alive, something or someone didn't want her to leave this earth yet.
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