I woke up a little foggy. Had I just dreamed about a stagnant-smelling swamp? About having wet hands? No. No, that was real. My hands were wet, slippery. My khaki uniform looked a little muddied--hadn't I just put it on? Clean? Pressed? The semi-darkness was real. The smell -- the swampy, musky water smell? Real. Sitting on the roof of the inside of my car while still tangled in my seat belt? Real. What a Monday I'm having, I thought.
MONDAY: June 16th, 2003
Then a bit of controlled panic set it. I was 17 years old. Movies had not done me any favors for this situation. My thoughts flooded in as the water trickled through somewhere, unseen. I was upside down. I was in my Sunfire--my graduation gift that was less than three weeks old. I couldn't find anything and was completely disoriented, so my old-school Nokia phone was no good to me if I couldn't find it. I couldn't waste time finding it. (Enter Hollywood logic.) My car was obviously in danger of blowing up with me inside. That's what happened in accidents, right?
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There weren't any other cars. So this was a one-car ordeal. There also weren't any houses. That made sense, I was in the middle of nowhere--hence the adjacent National Park. I looked down at the undercarriage of my new car. This was the epitome of depreciation. Thinking of the cars condition, it occurred to me to look at my own body. I had just a little blood on my hand, no doubt from crawling around to get out. My chest hurt. I felt pretty darn good for just rolling a vehicle.
I suppose ten minutes went by. Me, standing on the side of the road, slowly walking along the shoulder in the direction which I hoped would lead me to a house, with a phone -- not just a "hunting shack" or summer cabin. I heard a car, I stepped aside and ironically, my best friend since infancy was behind the wheel. Blessed with kindness and good humor, but empty of common sense she waved and smiled and drove by. Yes. My best friend neglected to see the car in the ditch, the fact that I was wet and muddy, or that I was 8 miles from town, and waved happily as she drove by. Later in the day she would tell our mutual friend: "I'm such a bad friend for just driving by! I thought she was just working! She does work for the park, you know!!"
Finally, after watching my best friend drive on, which only served to anger me, a semi truck pulled over and let me use his truck phone to call my parents. The driver stayed there until they arrived, only minutes later. My mom, bawling, my dad had already begun his journey to work as well and didn't have a cell phone back then, so he was not yet aware. I got in my mom's van and we drove home after talking to our local policeman and thanking the trucker.
My car never did blow up. Do you know how you'd react in the same situation? It's not a bad idea to prepare for the worst, while hoping for the best. I'm incredibly thankful to NOT be part of this statistic (updated by ten years to reflect the current numbers):
Car crashes remain the No. 1 killer of teens, with 2,614 teen drivers of passenger vehicles involved in fatal crashes in 2013, according to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration.
What Went Wrong?
I told our Police Chief I didn't remember anything. I was baffled to find myself suddenly in "the ditch." I didn't have to do a field sobriety test. It was pretty clear that I wasn't partying in my ranger uniform at such an early hour on a Monday. He scouted the scene and there were no "tire marks" to indicate me slamming on the brakes and losing control. It wasn't likely that a deer or fox or other animal had jumped out and I had swerved.
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The cop said "I can't believe you got out of there!" Meaning that it was a squeeze, not that I was larger than life -- I can still remember the silly feeling of being offended by that, not amazed like everyone else. Even now in the day and age of Siri and Tom Tom and power EVERYTHING, I'm thankful for manual crank windows--and usually look for or order this "feature" in cars.
Once at home, we called the local towing company (this had taken place in a rural town, so the state patrol didn't show up lights blazing with a AAA tow truck in a rescue caravan.) The tow truck owner had a daughter that I had been in cheerleading with. He said to stop by the shop and I could look for my glasses, phone, and other salvageable goods later that morning.
I called work. I remember telling them "I was going to be late, I'd rolled my car and would need to arrange to drive my parents vehicle." My boss was a little taken back and said, that I should probably just take as much time off as I needed to rest. I also remember feeling SO BAD telling her that several park "library books" which I'd borrowed to study up on the history of the area had been soaked with swamp water and wrecked.
I feel like I did it all right that day, well, maybe save for one key item. I wore my seat belt. I didn't often speed. My oil was changed and I had good tires with proper fill and balance--it was a brand new car, for goodness sake! [But, proper vehicle maintenance is a great thing to figure out before you leave the nest! Know how to at the very least check your tire pressure, change a flat, and check your oil.] I wasn't drinking. I was embarking on a fresh new adventure with the National Park Service and I was only about three weeks into my tour of duty that summer. I felt like I'd matured, become a better driver. I'd actually learned from a prior rollover (as a passenger), a fender bender as a learning driver, and all of the advice my parents had given me. So how was it that I'd ended up upside down, hanging in my seat belt, with a deployed airbag swiping my shoulders, placidly at 6 a.m. on a Monday?
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So what's the lesson? Yes, the obvious one is rest well before driving. That's one to follow, for sure. But also, make good decisions. Plan past the next ten minutes of your life. As I was ending my high school relationship and looking forward to career-minded success and an adventure so exciting, all by myself, a real grown-up... I didn't think about the implications that staying up until midnight bawling and wiping my eyes and not sleeping might have. The only thought in my mind at that point was "I hope mascara will disguise the puffiness that my lids are sure to show in the morning." So you dear reader, I hope you will have some clearer, more mature thoughts in your head as you drive off. I hope mascara is the last thing on your mind. I hope you'll sleep. I hope you'll stay off your phone. I hope that you'll stay awake your entire journey and ALWAYS make sure you check in when you arrive! To this day, my thirty-year-old self shoots my mama a message when I get home safely with her grandbabies in tow.
My Seasoned Advice to You
If you're like me, adventure is in your cards. You feed off of adrenaline. But make that more motivation to drive safely. It made a good story at my wedding, for my Maid of Honor to admit to driving by her bestie after a crash, obliviously waving. This is not how some stories end. So I implore you -- be aware. Situational Awareness is a commandment of the firefighting and law enforcement world. Know the conditions of your travels, check in and out with people. Even as a firefighter, each day I knew the most dangerous thing I would do is drive to work each day.
1) Get Sleep. Good sleep.
2) Plan Better (obviously a break-up might take a while, bedtime isn't really the time to start that word war!) It's not the time to start binge-watching Walking Dead either if you have an early commute.
3) Check in and out with someone who cares, tell them your route.
4) Don't speed and wear your seat belt. (These you should really know and do already!)
5) Put your phone in your glove box. Not only does it save you from texting temptations, it will be where you left it if you DO have an accident, unlike mine, which I found in the ditch water the next day.
Now that I have children, and my parents have moved from being the nagging drones that I rolled my eyes at to my very best friends, I can appreciate all the worrying. Now I too nag my mom and dad when they leave from a visit with my kids that adore them... I text after an hour or two echoing my mom's words from my past: "Have you made it home? We love you!"
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Disclosure: This post was sponsored by Michelin Tires and She Buys Cars. My story is a true one and I do hope that it will inspire safer driving for those that read it!