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I awoke that fateful Saturday morning, content and in high spirits, with the prospect of an enjoyable day ahead. I was going to shooting practice with my explorer group. We had to practice for the district competition, where I hoped that I would do very well. The shooting ended joyfully we said our goodbyes and started the journey back to our homes to begin the rest of the weekend. Having achieved the highest score during the shooting I was delighted that we would probably win the district competition.
I began the short walk back to my house. When I reached the road, some problems began to arise. I had stopped at a very busy intersection, and cars were all over the road. I saw many menacing glares between the drivers, and there was tension in the air. There was an unusually large amount of traffic going in both directions along the road. Music was sounding through the cars, and the screech of brakes was becoming irritating.
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Having waited for some time to no avail, an old lady, possibly 70 years old, decided to try and help me. She attempted to stop the traffic; I still could not see behind the long convoy of traffic. She continued to wave me across the road and, although wary, I began the walk across the road. I stopped in front of her car. By now, the drivers of the cars were becoming impatient, and not wanting to be the cause of trouble, I ran across the last half of the road.
And then it happened. SMACK!
I felt no pain, except one of the most extraordinary sensations I have ever felt. I was floating through the air driven by the force of the car. As I was in the air, my mind was working overtime. I was trying to understand what had occurred. You would think that I would have instantly realised that I had been hit by a car, but that was not the case. When I smashed into the hard, black tarmac in the centre of the road, I had a very important decision to make. Should I remain still on the ground, or should I try and stand up. I took my chances and stood up. Although disorientated, I stayed on my feet and I turned around. My heart fell. There was a web of enormous cracks running across the Volvo's windscreen. I felt more upset that I had damaged the car than me being damaged! I thought about what implications the incident would have for the people in the car. They would have to stop their journey, which could have been important. Looking back on it now this seems very illogical but it occurred to me as the right thing to do at the time. I had stumbled to the side of the car, when the female passenger jumped out of the car. I was then asked if I was alright and, when I said yes, the woman appeared flabbergasted and as white as a ghost. After all, I had just been hit by her car. I replied positively, and repeatedly asked her to forgive me for damaging her car. She was around 50 years old, and as tall as me. She had frizzy hair, and lots of ginger freckles. She looked awkward while getting out of her very low car. Her other half remained in the car. She said that I looked shaken up and that I should sit down. I never did sit down. I was still pondering about the near future in my mind. The old lady got out of her car, said sorry to me and then drove away.
As the female passenger walked me to a safer area, her partner manoeuvred onto the pavement. It was then that I saw the full extent of the damage. The bonnet was dented, and the window almost opaque, due to all the spindly cracks. I uttered that I was sorry over and over again, and I became fairly emotional. The Woman reassured me that I was not in the wrong and that I shouldn't worry. Her partner got out of the car and idled over to me. He asked me if I was feeling okay, which must have been the tenth time I had been asked that question. I again responded that I was fine plus that I was very sorry to be an inconvenience. They asked me if I wanted to contact anyone. My parents came to my mind, and I proceeded to switch on my phone and call my parents, much to the amazement of the couple. My father answered the phone and the first thing I said was:
"Dad, come pick me up, I got hit by a car. I'm not hurt. Pick me up. Don't worry."
I was babbling, thinking of what life would be like if I had been badly hurt. My dad was obviously angry, more due to worry than to my apparent disregard for road safety rules. He shouted to my mum while still talking on the phone to me. He finally told me that my mum was rushing out of the door to come and collect me. As she was the person who suggested that I walked, I did not want her to fell like the accident was her fault.
Luckily, my explorer leader saw me with the unknown couple standing by the side of the road. He stopped in a nearby lay-by, and walked apprehensively towards me, so not to cause embarrassment if he interrupted our conversation. As he neared the purple Volvo, he saw the broken window and immediately knew that something was wrong. He tried to make light of the situation, because he had asked if a wanted a lift. It made me feel more comfortable to have someone I knew near me. After what seemed an eternity but was actually only a few minutes since the accident occurred, my mum came to take me home. She was a lot less annoyed than I thought she would be. She exchanged details with the driver of the car. She took me home, while all the time questioning me about the accident.
When I arrived at my house, my dad and brothers and sisters were waiting for me to return. I was happy to think that they were anxious about my condition. When I was inside the house, I became very emotional. Not because I could have been injured, but because I disrupted the Volvo drivers journey. I was upset that I could have stopped them from doing something important, or visiting a relative. I found that I had a friction burn on my elbow and my leg, from rolling along the road! This fact amazed me, as the car was more damaged than I was. The one lucky aspect of the accident was that all my needs were pampered to by my family.
The incident has affected me in more ways than one would normally think. Firstly, I am very cautious when crossing roads. I always look for a long time in both directions down the road and I am, obviously, more cautious of hidden traffic. I now never trust anyone with my life, and I always wait for a long time until there is a break in the traffic. The accident however has affected me on other levels. Everyone at school was amazed at the almost unbelievable story, especially because I emerged from the accident hardly scathed. My friends were even more amazed that the car suffered more damage then me!
I have thought about the incident a lot since it occurred. I've thought about every aspect that could have been different. It interests me that there are so many different outcomes that could have occurred. If I had made the decision to wait for just a few seconds longer, the whole incident might not have occurred. I am worried that I could have been seriously injured, and my whole life from that point would be different. I could have broken limbs, torn ligaments or be cut deeply. I am thankful that I emerged from the accident with no problems which could have affected my entire life.
I was very pleased after the accident; so many people have asked if I am fine or if I have been "mentally or physically scarred". It takes a possible major accident to show you how much people would have been affected if you were hurt or even killed. Everyone I talked to was amazed that I have no long term problems from the accident.
The one thing which I remember extremely well is the instant after the car hit me. I flew through the air, to my knowledge, without touching the floor. My eyes were closed so I had no way of knowing where I was facing or where I was going. Several thoughts ran through my head. Was I going to hit the lamppost, was I going to hit another car or was my face going to collide with the floor. I closed my eyes not due to fear, but because I did not want to know what I was going to hit. I had no control over my flight, so I did not want to have the terrifying prospect of seeing what I would hit without being able to have some control over my destiny.
Everyone generally thinks that only ignorant, immature or unintelligent people will ever be hit by a moving vehicle. Yet I was following every guideline, and I was still almost severely injured. I think that as well as your judgement and common sense, coincidence and luck also affect your chances greatly. If the car was so much slower, or I had crossed the road five seconds earlier, then I wouldn't have been in the cars path. This interests me greatly. I have always been interested in fate and probability. The accident has helped me to understand the world around me. The probability of this accident ever happening to me again is hopefully 1 in a billion!
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