Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Coming home from Cub Scouts on Thursday night we were hit by a young woman who decided to cross against 2 lanes of oncoming traffic with out looking. She was traveling entirely too fast. Her little car hit our big truck, bounced off and hit again and ended up facing in the opposite direction than she was originally traveling. Look how far she pushed our truck off the road!!



There were plenty of bystanders who came to help. Yay for human kindness! Two police cruisers showed up as well as a fire truck and an emergency paramedic truck. The other driver is entirely at fault (although, I think at first she didn't want to believe it) She was really hysterical and has a minor bump on the head. We are all sore and badly shaken. Chris has some bruising and much more sore than the rest of us. He saw it coming and tensed up trying to prevent us from hitting the telephone pole that ended up just a couple of feet from my side.

The paramedics deemed us ok and not in need of medical attention at the moment (but they said we may change our minds after a couple of days). The kids were pretty scared. Charles has a bruise and a small scrape on the neck from his seat belt. They are still out of sorts.



(Topher is such a ham for the camera, even in an emergency!)

We were lucky to be in the truck. If we had been in lower vehicle, the damage would have been much worse. They said they were surprised that our airbags didn't deploy! Thank goodness they didn't. I don't think I would have been as calm. The damage to our truck is worse than the picture looks. There is a good chance it will be totaled.

I've slipped into a bit of a depressed state. I'm trying to pull myself out of it. We are all ok. Trucks can be replaced. It's still such a scary thing to go through, though.