Its weird for me to hear myself say that, but it's true. I am somewhat burned out on telling the story, and really feeling exhausted and achy, but I kind of want to journal it, just to help remind myself how fragile life is.

I was on my way home from work, the typical drive I take every day. Rush hour, everyone is barely crawling, stopping, moving a little faster, slowing, and then stopping again. It's like this from the moment I get on the highway.

I need the left lane. I slowly make my way into the center lane, much against my own usual paranoias, between two semi trucks with trailers. The one in back is lagging behind, I only probably assume in my mind because of slow accelleration, I never really thought it was possibly because he was paying no fucking attention to the road.

move. stop. move. stop. Its typical rush-hour, and I boredly stare at the back of the truck in front of me, occasionally glancing to the left lane to see if a spot had opened up yet. I was stopped now, my car about a carlength back from the front truck, when suddenly my car is slammed into from behind like a wrecking ball. I am immediately lurched back, while my car is thrown forward weightlessly like a ping pong ball. With another slam, I hit the back of the other truck, my entire body snapping forward painfully as both airbags burst.

At first, I just looked around, and I think I might have made a whimper sound. Its all somewhat a blurr. A man ran up to my door, tapped on the glass, and when I couldn't bring myself to respond, he tugged the door open and asked me if I was okay. I was, mostly... thankfully... though I couldn't even speak to tell him so. I was in shock

The motherfucker who hit my car tried to claim that I hit the other truck first. I don't even know why he would try to claim something like that, other than him litterally (im not exhagerating, even the police officer on the scene confirmed this) being just... insane. There was something mentally wrong with him. HOW DID HE GET A BIG RIG LICENSE?!?!!?

Enough of that. To the point, I find myself grateful that I hadn't been very close to the other rig; my car was weightless scrap metal compared to the two trucks. Had he not flung my car into the back of the other truck, and instead, sandwhiched my car in between them (as he claimed happened), my car would have crumpled like tin-foil, and I would have been crushed in the wreckage.

Listen to your instincts when you drive. It's the only thing that saved my life. I usually am too afraid to even put myself between Semi's, but I let myself slip this time, and it was almost the last