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worst nightexcuse my french, but holy fuck. this night started off so awesome, and then everything went horribly wrong. at 5:30 i drove in the dentmobile to the new town park for the brighton recreation camp staff party. that was pretty fun, i stayed for a little less than and hour and chatted with becky, the staff from my camp, and melissa (from after school). it was pretty laid back and i had a good time. afterwards i picked up stabby and we did some “lan and stabby things,” which usually include dinner and complaining about the fact that we never know what to do (we contemplated a movie, but decided against it in the end). then, on the way home we were listening to the radio when all of the sudden it stopped and made odd noises. then the dashboard lights flickered and then went out. and then my headlights went out too. so i pulled over at tim horton’s and turned the car off so i could call my dad. he said to try to drive home. so i hung up the phone and attempted to turn on the car again, but it wouldn’t turn over, it just made a weird noise. so i called my dad up again and he said he and my mom were on the way. after about five minutes i realized that they were probably going to the wrong tim horton’s, i forgot that there was one down the street. so i called them up again and they said they were turning around. about 20 minutes later they called back and said that there had been a car accident and someone was dead, but they were coming. when they arrived my mom and dad were both looking pretty grim, and immediately went in side to wash up. this is when i knew that they did not only witness the accident, they helped (my mom has CPR certification, since she’s a lifeguard and a former ambulance driver, and my dad’s a firefighter). i had to give my dad one of the shirts i was wearing (since i had three on, like usual), because his shirt was in the back of his car, apparently covered in something. but they didn’t say a word about it, so i just helped my dad jump start the dentmobile, which worked (kind of) until the car was on for about a minute, and then it died. my mom said to just do it again because she knew it would make it home. so i took stabby home in the bulgemobile and my mom and dad attempted to drive the dentmobile home, but only made it to the intersection before it died. they said to keep going, so i took stabby to her house and then drove back to the intersection. by then a tow truck was there and the dentmobile was ready to go (something about an alternator or something). we all piled into the bulgemobile to drive home. on the way home my parents explained to me what happened (after assuring me that the fact that the car broke was not my fault). a man was trying to cross the street when he was hit by a van. my parents pulled over to help, and my mom did the breathing part of CPR as another man did the compressions. she used my dad’s shirt as a mask. they said he was already dead though. i asked my mom if she was scared, and she said no. i am very proud of my parents. it’s times like these when the real heroes shine. i aspire to be like my parents, their courage is incomparable. i can’t even imagine. |
Mon, Jul 30, 2007 @ 11:56 PM
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