I've tried no less than three separate times to begin a journal entry in the past week. And every time I do, something happens. Or the curse that has plagued the rest of my creative writing as of late over takes me and I stare at the computer screen with that "thoughtful" look on my face that merely says "DURRRR".
And of course I actually had something to write about last week! I dialed 911 for the first time in my 26 years. Wednesday I was on my way to the first half of my job when I saw a car come careening around the corner. Now, this corner is a "T" and everyone probably takes it a little too fast. When turning the direction car #1 was turning, you are going from a 45
MPH speed limit down to 30. SO anyway, I saw this car and I just knew that it wasn't going to turn out pretty. There was an older pickup waiting at the stop sign & Car #1 crashed right into the pickup. She hit so hard that the horn wouldn't stop going of in her car. Talk about annoying!
Since I had been behind the pickup and saw the whole thing, I pulled over and checked to make sure everyone was OK. Then I called the cops for them. Since this is THE road that everyone uses to get out of town & no one had moved the cars, it was quite the traffic jam here in Podunk. Then, since this was in the morning, all the school buses were trying to make their way back up to the bus garage. One of them went up on the sidewalk to make sure he didn't hit either of the vehicles.
I hung around for a while, just to make sure the cops didn't need me to be a witness or anything, then I continued up to the bus garage. It's been a long time since I've actually felt like I helped someone, so it was nice.
Tomorrow I'll tell the story of HOW I SPENT MY MOTHER'S DAY. The suspense. I know. It's killer.
~Carrie~
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