Lucky: Reflecting on a Journey on an Ordinary June Day
It’s been more than 12 hours since a tire or tow strap flew off the tow truck in front of me and crashed into the windshield of my Honda Pilot. “We’re going to be hit," I shouted as I prepare myself for the moment of impact.
We were lucky.
- - I was able to maintain control of the Honda Pilot, even though the crash was severe enough to take a chunk out of the windshield, covering us with a fine layer of glass slivers.
- - We were driving with our windows rolled up. This protected my youngest son from possible eye injury when the passenger-side mirror smashed against his window.
- - We were within minutes of my husband’s workplace, so we were able to drop by to wash off the broken glass and to show him the car. (I’m not the car pro in the family, so I wanted to know if the car was sufficiently road-worthy to make it home. We decided I’d continue driving home, at a reduced speed; report the accident; take the car to the auto-glass repair place; and rent a car for the next few days -- a nice extra that is covered by our auto insurance.)
- - Everyone I dealt with as I went about reporting the accident, dropping the car off, and arranging for a rental car was extremely helpful, including the O.P.P. officer, who pointed out that I should have called *OPP on my cellphone from the highway to request roadside accident reporting assistance. (I didn’t know this: maybe you don’t know either. That’s why I’m passing this info along.)
- - We escaped with very minor injuries (a few minor cuts from coming into contact with the broken glass, which quickly spread throughout the vehicle).
The two teenagers appear to have bounced back completely. My 11 year old, on the other hand, is still quite shaken up. (When I sent him off to bed this evening, I prescribed as many episodes of the CBC Comedy Factory podcast as it takes him to fall asleep.)
He told me that he keeps seeing movies in his head of what happened in the car. I know exactly what he means. When I took a nap late this afternoon, those movies were playing in my head, too. I'm all-too-aware of what could have happened if I'd lost control of the vehicle or if the windshield had been shattered entirely.
I keep hearing what the police officer told me: "You were lucky."
Don't I know it.
NaplesNews.com: Artist's Work Looks More Like Junk: Ken Andelexer, a Naples, Florida, artist, has collected 10,000 pieces of debris found on highways (everything from a still-warm tray of freshly baked chicken to a table saw) and has turned some of those found items into sculptures designed to heighten awareness of the importance of properly securing loads on both private and commercial vehicles. “Let’s keep the road ways safe by double checking our loads, especially items that can become dangerous projectiles,” Andexler told Florida’s Naples News.