Never been This scared...

It is interesting how one situation changing can change your whole life.

My aunt is leaving her husband. He has been abusing her and, now her 7 year old son has seen it. She told him she was leaving; things have escalated. Up until this week I have been very angry at my aunts daughter because she told some very personal stuff to other people (family, that didn't know) and also exaggerated a few "facts" about me. This anger flew out the window when I found out what was going on.

Life is all about small details that out weigh the larger ones.

This afternoon my family had our very first "Family Meeting." This in and of itself scared me. We all sat down and decided to invite Stephen, the 7 yr old, to come stay with us for the next 4 weeks. This is a bit more scary. Stephen is loud, sometimes he literally drives me crazy. I decided I would go get him and asked Nay if she'd come along. She did.

The whole ride there was great, a few incidences with cars riding my tail. Nothing too major. We got there collected Stephen, saw Danielle, Said "Hi," "Bye," and "I love you." We stoped by BurgerKing on the way to 99 [and home] and got a toy turtle and some food. Once on 99 we saw a bunch of sad cows and horses all stuffed in a truck. The door of the truck said, "Go cattle? We Mooove them" I pointed out to Renee that as the reason I don't eat meat. We passed all the cows and horses and kept trecking.

Then we stopped. I had to pee like I've (almost) never had to pee before. Wendy's in Merced is my normal stopping point for Fresno-to-Stockton action so, that is where we went. I made a friend at the door. He had no home and was feeding his companion (a scruffy dog) his dinner. This saddend me. I thanked Jesus for all I have and took James advice.

Short break and we were back on the road. No big deal. By now I was making up the stupidest stories you've ever heard and telling them to Renee and Stephen. Renee would pretend to laugh then, Stephen wouldalugh histerically. After my joke Stephen would tell the same joke with different characters and/or objects. It was good times. Somewhere in the middle of our good times, less than 10 minutes out of Merced someone in a blue pick-up (who apparently had no insurance) got impatient.

Blue truck man who spoke only one word or two letters of english. Tried pulling between my amazingly realiable car and a flatbed semi. His intentions (if he had any and the whole situation wasn't purely accident) were to get infront of me. He some how over estimated how much space there was, how little space there was, or maybe he just wasn't fully competent in the materials used to make his car. With his over/under-estimating and/or incompetence He proceded to drive his blue late-model pickup into my front passenger side. Since I was on the Hiway, I was going about 70mph, as was he, I am guessing. This caused my car to begin to spin. I started to fight it turning the wheel then, I remember what I learned at this safe driving thing my friend spoke at. I let go of the wheel (I actually thought of the song Jesus take the wheel). We got hit one more time on the driver's side. The car spun somemore. Things were flying. Etta James was singing about "a Sunday kind of love." I was praying for God to protect us if there was anything left on earth for any of us to do. The car stopped facing north on Southbound 99. I couldn't open my door: it was locked. Some how my window was down. I got out. Stephen's door was indented. It wouldn't open but I had just unlocked it. Cars were coming toward us and spliting An angel named Lori opened Renees door. Lori had begun to call 911 before we were hit the second time. I went to the passenger side and got stephen out that way.

We all got to the side of the road.

Mid-30s Hispaninc male and friends stepped out of Late-model light blue pickup.

Heavyset Hispanic female said, "Insurance?"

I said, "Yes."

Mid-30's said, "Okay?" or "Ok?" (you decide how much bredit you want to give him.)

I said, "I don't know."

My car was still in the middle of the two lanes facing the wrong way. We tried to push it. I don't know who "we" is aside from Renee, Angel Lori and I (I think Flatbed Semi Truck Driver might have. We couldn't push it. It stayed there. We turned around and Blue Truck was leaving.

The CHP came. It took a while. I hurt I am tired. I want to cry.

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