Dasani saved my life yesterday

Yesterday started out like a regular Thursday. I got up at 6:30 a.m. after only three-hours worth of sleep, mentally planning my day as I stumbled to the bathroom --> drive 55.5 miles, go to my Descriptive Statistics class from 8-9:15 a.m., drive back, get a shower, go to my WWI-WWII history class from 11-12:15, head to work to fill scripts from 12:30-5 p.m., go to my nursing class from 5:30-8 p.m., come back home and eat dinner, play with the kiddo before putting her to bed, and finally collapse at around 10 p.m. That was it. I had a plan as I looked into the mirror, one squinted open, one eye closed tight.

Oh, but the best laid plans ...

I was on the road at 7 a.m. and traffice was flowing fine. I got to statistics class and found out that I passed a quiz with flying colors ... a quiz that a lot of the class evidentally failed because he spent the period going over the quiz and promising a requiz on Tuesday. So, out of boredom, I drank two bottles of water during class. (On top of the two that I drank on the way to class ...) When class was released at about 9:10, I had to PEE. I mean really PEE. Ususally I like to get the heck out of dodge when class is dismissed because I want to get back home before 10:30 a.m. But I had to go. I went to the potty and had one of those is-this-ever-going-to-stop pees ... So, I was late leaving campus.

Most of the drive was uneventful. The local radio morning show was talking about some story on TheSmokingGun.com where three idiots who ... well, you have to read it yourself. Click HERE but be warned ... it's graphic.

At 9:50 a.m., traffic started to slow down. At 10 a.m. I was at a complete stop. Firetrucks came flying up the right-hand-side service lane and I called Andy. I was stuck at a mile marker telling me that I was 9 miles from my home exit. I asked him what had happened. Turns out, a BAD wreck had just occured ahead of me. About a mile ahead of me. A man and a 14-year-old were running from the cops on the interstate and drove over the median. The were flying southbound in the northbound highway when they smacked an 18-wheeler. The driver of the truck was fine, but his rig had a busted fuel tank. The driver of the Lexus had to be "scraped" out. The 14-year-old was ejected from the car and had to be airlifted from the scene. I was stuck there from 10 a.m. until 12:30 a.m. Since the southbound lane was moving along fine, Andy made it to the scene (he was the first reporter on the scene since I alerted him to it before fire and rescue even made it there). He got his story and his photos, drove down and parked in the median to say hi to me, and left going southbound to hit an exit 10 miles down and to take a backroad home. He called me from home to say "I'm here!"

Good for you. (The story about the wreck is on his blog.)

Had I not had all that Dasani earlier in the day, had I not had to take a huge potty break, I might have been there when it happened. It might have been me that got hit (since I love to drive in the left-hand lane) ... and I don't think that my little Corolla would have weathered as well as that 18-wheeler did. Thank God for small miracles ... and for Dasani.

I snatched some of Andy's images to show to my Dad ... so I'll post a couple here ... YIKES!