It's about 5 o'clock p.m., I'm heading out for work with an umbrella and Dr. Pepper in hand. It's raining cats and dogs outside with a bit of hail ontop of that. Long story short, I get on the highway, going the speedlimit on a waterlogged pavement, I hydroplaned and rammed into the concrete seperation wall. I felt the collision, a spin, another collision and a few more swerves. During the third spin off, I get it to my foot to push on the brake.

When I opened my eyes, there was white powdered smoke that filled the compartment, both airbags had been deploid and my dashboard looks like a toddler's jigsaw puzzle.

Conveniantly, there was a valliant man who stopped in the middle lane, got out of his truck to see if I was okay. A fantastic realization, no one else got themselves involved in the collision coarse I had made for myself. This man was in a tan jumpsuit with an imbrordered badge I hadn't seen before, helps me get out of my car and I gather my wits on the hood of his truck. I was shaking like an abandoned leaf on a Wednesday.. Since it (the badge) had Hellocaptors and an Appachie (the air vehicle) sillowhets on it, I assumed he was in the airforce for some reason. Of coarse I asked him once I stopped shaking enough to gather an audible breath. He was a Marine. XD

I hugged him for two reasons: he helped me. And he and his comrads had done so much for this country, I was so grateful one was spared long enough to help me. The big deal was, ontop of that, I had never met a real marine before (that was still in service and not retired) and I had just left my Mom watching NCIS...I love Gibbs... Anyway.

I crawl into this dude's truck, I call work, the line was busy, so I called home instead.

"Hey mom! Guess what?"

"Oh no, what?"

"I got in a wreck!"

Yeah... not the greatest line to give your mom on a rainy evening.

A couple paramedics come, ask me questions about my well being. Please view the pictures I've posted. For the most part, I lost my FAVORITE pair of glasses while in the car, my visual injuries ached like crazy, for the most part, I was okay. I didn't even have a headache, if you can imagine.
I figured the hospital would give me a doctor's note, so I decide to head out to the ambulance to ride to BSA.

I shook the Marine's hand and smiled so greatfully and I asked his name.

"Ray," he smiled back, glad that I was okay.

"Well, Ray, I'm Heather. Thank you so much for helping me." and I gave him another hug.

Of coarse on the way to the ambulance, I turned around again and hugged him for a third time. I stepped onto the ambulance, got belted in and "Logan" as I read on his name tag was going through hoops to get an accurate reading of my blood pressure.

I was...I think...139 over 82 I think...whatever that means. At the hospital, I go through another blood preasure test, a few brief interviews with nurses, a cop...paper. You know how it goes. Registration then the waiting game that lasted 5 hours.

My mom came about 10 minutes after I was seated in the waiting room, 10 minutes more, my exhuasted big sister comes to see me. About an hour and a half later, Big Sis is convinced going home and taking a nap would be a good idea. Mom suck by me. I was bored out of my skull though...so I call a couple friends to assure them I'm still breathing and all that, just to pass the time. it was about...9:00 p.m that we were upgraded to a gurnny room. about 9:15 p.m, a doctor finally had time to see if I had fractured anything. Thankfully, he deemed me healthy enough to go home without x-rays and such. 3 advils a day was what he suggested.

So there's my great adventure, and webcammed proof of my tale!