Postby masterekat » Tue Jun 21, 2011 8:34 pm
I had my interview today, which, thankfully, went pretty well, at least by the end of it. I was pretty tense at the beginning of it because on my way there, a torrential downpour type thing happened right after I got on the bypass (I could barely see through my windshield wipers on the highest setting) which caused me to slow down about 20mph to keep from hydroplaning like I was doing a little bit. Almost everyone in the lane behind me kept their distance which was good. But this person in a truck in the other lane came flying past me. I don't know if they were speeding or just doing the speed limit since everyone else was going even a little slower than I was, but I remember thinking when they passed me "you can wreck if you want to, but I'm not going to". Sure enough, about a quarter mile later, the rain cleared up just enough for me to see that truck sliding sideways off of the road, flipping and gaining air when it hit the bottom of the ditch, and slamming into the hill on the other side of the ditch upside down, cab first. I didn't stop. There was nothing I really could've done at that point. I know this. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself. There are some things I just don't want to subject myself to. I don't know if that takes me from being a hero like those I admire so much and makes me a coward, but that's just how it is. I called 911 at least, and the hospital wasn't five minutes from there, so...
*sigh* I can't unsee it though. I can't stop wondering who was in that truck. If I knew them. If they had kids. If I was the last person to ever think a thought about them while they were still alive. If I would be typing this right now had my boyfriend not called me back to give me a kiss and tell me good luck before I left. I was pretty much fine during the interview, just a little more shaky than I should've been at first. But that's the thought that made me break down just a little bit on the way home. I was supposed to go renew my driver's license after the interview, but I didn't feel much like driving anymore than I had to. Kinda put me in a pretty morbid mood. I think I'll just curl up with the laptop at my boyfriend's house for today, living in the much safer world of Cantr and watching reruns of SNL. I'm going to avoid the news as much as possible for the next few days (I really don't want to know) and I'm going to tell as many people as I can about what I saw. I think I'll be over it in a couple days if I stick to this.
