It was 8 a.m on a Monday morning. I had dropped my brother off at school, and was running a little late for work. Not a problem though, because my Dad was my boss and he knew why I was late. So, I'm sitting at a traffic light and I'm jamming out to Nickelback's "Next Contestant" when all of the sudden I feel me, myself, and my car being pushed forward with a large amount of force. It wasn't until my left side mirror was ripped off from the door, that I realized my car was moving pretty fast and I wasn't doing it. I slammed on brakes just a few feet short from the intersection, sat there for a second, and then realized that I had just been hit by another car.
Below is a basic outline of what happened before and after impact:
Me - Sitting at a traffic light in my 2 door 2001 Honda Civic
Eugene - Dude in a red, Ford 1995 F-150 going 55 mph in a 45 mph zone
Me - Still sitting at a traffic light, jamming out to Nickelback
Eugene - Can't tell that the traffic light is red, or that there is a dozen other people stopped at the red light in 3 different lanes, and hits me...still going 55 mph.
Me - My car is hit with so much force that the wheel jerks and puts me in between two lanes, where I proceed to hit 6 other cars before coming to a complete stop
4 years later: My palms get sweaty every time I get in my car, I freak out a little when I am sitting at a traffic light (although I have gotten a lot better over the course of the years), I can still hear the sound that my car made when his big butt truck ate my little Civic back end up, and I am still sleeping on the same heating pad that I bought that night...to help my poor little back.
Here's to Eugene the Idiot, may he have lost his license and his job. May he be driving around on a MoPed, down a sidewalk, through the woods somewhere. May he never grace these Carolina highways again.