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Wednesday, November 24, 2004
An Entry for Junior?

Well it's not even Thanksgiving yet and I already see that it's not going to be that big a deal. I think that this day would have been better spent with Quita, Jon, Junior, Rachel and Geimer huddled around Chinese take out buckets arguing over who gets the last fortune cookie.

As I was bathing this evening I started thinking about my wreck. I never really talked about it to anyone except Ms. Jones, who has become like a therapist to me. I think I'll talk about it now, but to do it right I have to start the day before my wreck.

Sept. 16 Thursday
Dad calls at 5 pm. Asks if I'm coming home. I tell him that there's a wind advisory and more than likely not. Quita is with me and hears me say this as we make our way to Dinner. It starts raining. After dinner we run back to the dorm. There everyone is sitting on the groun floor avoiding a tornado. Q and I move upstairs and go to sleep.

From 12-4 I talk to Daniel. We talk about faith and relgion.

Sept. 17 Friday
8 am Mom calls asking what time I'm coming home. I argue with her and she says that my dad wanted to know. I'm running on 4 hours of sleep. I get up and clean up the room with Quita to prepare for Jon and Rachel's arival.

12 I go with Q to find Jon and Rachel to guide them into the campus. Shortly after I feel out of place and in adequete. I grab my contact case and toothbrush and go to the car. I tell Q I hope something does happen to me because my family never listens and myabe if something did happen theyd start listening. I'm wearing Quita's shirt. I call my mom and get into the car. For a minute I think about taking a nap but decide against it.

Start driving.
Nodding off as I go it never occurs to me to pull over and sleep
Statesboro I-16 Mile 117
I nodd off and wake up due to turbulance on the rode. I see trees and assume I'm on the median so I pull the wheel right never thinking of my speed or anything. Blackout.

Flash Wake up to someone yelling. I feel blood on my face but don't know it's blood. The man asks me if I'm okay and I say yes. He asks me if I have a phone. I say yes. I'm trying to open the door but it won't open. I think the tree was against the door. The man asks if he can break the window. I tell him to go for it. I remember the sound of the window shattering. I looked around and see the stearing wheel smashed against my legs. I look at my arm and see blood all over it. Black out.

Flash I wake up and and have a state trooper tlaking to him. I'm talking to my mom on the phone and the only thing I can do is apologize over and over again. I was apologizing for the car. I can't feel any pain I can only think about the Nissan. Pass out

Flash The medics are asking me to help them help me and I pull myself out from under the steering wheel.Pass out.

I feel myself get lifted out onto a stretcher and lifted into the ambulence. Flash The medic is talking to me and vidal signs and I think his name Kenneth Baker. Not sure. I start to cry and I'm not sure why. My leg hurts and I don't know why.The neck brace is too big and does nothing for me. Pass out.

Flash Nurses talking to me. Asking name date. I'm talking about my clothes as they cut them off. Quita's shirt and my only good pair of pants. She cut off the necklace my mom gave me and I asked them to not lose my bearcard and to leave Junior's cross on me. They took my star earings. I'm telling them to call people. Quita first then Junior then Daniel I think. Perhaps the order says something

I see my parents and I think I smile. My mom was crying. What follows are a series of painful x-rays. My mom comes with me. She doesn't cry anymore my dad is gone. making calls.

Eventually we find out that I have no broken. Brusing out the world and a deep cuts with glass in them.

About this time Sean and Starr appeared. They got to watch the nurse take out the larger pieces of glass. They stitch me back together. My dad is pattiong my head and finds glass in my neck and behind my ear.

Eventually I get home.

All these events take about 6 hours.

Eventually I return to Mercer where I try and hide from Ali seeing as how I was sensitive about how I look and he's a jerk.

I was still self conscious about how I looked until Junior got a hold of me. When I asked him about what he thought of my arm he simply kissed my arm and asked if I minded his scars. The answers are both givens.

Today in the tub I thought about Quita's text message consisiting only of Jon died. I relived the experience of first waking up with blood over the car. Its weird. I started thinking about how almost all of us have come a little too close to death. Jon and I have both had car wrecks, Rachel and being hunted down, Jun and his surgery. I can't help but wonder--WTF? It seems weird.

Odd thoughts I know...anyway...since the wreck I'm not all whooooo thankful for life and stuff. Anyway I am glad I got to live. I really only think of one thing I'm happy about since then but I'll keep that one to myself. Anyway I know nonw of this really matters to anyone. Anyway yeah

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