You hear the stories, see the photos, absorb the facts... But you never think you'll ever be part of those statistics.
That's what I thought... until yesterday. I'm talking about drunk drivers and hit-and-runs. I was on my way home from work, and pulled up to a stop sign before engaging into a quiet intersection to turn left. I was not even halfway across when a dark blue/green car went through his stop sign and smashed into my car. I only saw him in time to apply the brakes, but it wasn't fast enough. He demolished the near entirety of my hood and engine. Amazingly, my windshield was intact, and the car was still running. Shaken, I managed to crawl the car across the intersection and park it by the side of the road, seeing 2 cars pull up behind me and the occupants get out to come and see if I was ok. I was shaking pretty hard, and in disbelief, but I was otherwise fine. The other car didn't even stop, he swerved to get around my mangled car and kept going. The witnesses told me he had at least 2 flat tires and smoke coming out of his hood, but he didn't stop. One of the witnesses saw the man get out of his car, check the damage, get back in and drive off again.
A tow truck happened to be going by (how convenient), saw the commotion and helped us out. 15 long minutes later, a lone police car came by and the officer took down statements (mine and witnesses) and drove me home. My car is a complete write-off. Dead. Not a good way to finish the week! Good news is: the police found and arrested the drunk driver (who managed to get his beat up car to a town 20 minutes away), with the positive ID of one of the witnesses, and the driver is now facing criminal charges.
I felt fairly useless. I couldn't tell the police what kind of car it was that hit me (all I know is that it was blue/green and round in design... like a 626 Cronos or something like that), I didn't see the driver, and I wasn't even sure what lane he was driving in...
And to top it all off, following my mother's advice and the advice of a nurse at Info-SantÃ[emoji]169[/emoji], (I had a slight headache) spent 2 hours in the emergency waiting room before seeing a doctor who told me 'you're fine.'
What a day! I was REALLY lucky, though. Had he been going faster, or had I been slower on the brake, he'd have struck the driver's side door. Who knows where I'd be then?!? Someone or something was certainly looking out for me at that moment!
That's what I thought... until yesterday. I'm talking about drunk drivers and hit-and-runs. I was on my way home from work, and pulled up to a stop sign before engaging into a quiet intersection to turn left. I was not even halfway across when a dark blue/green car went through his stop sign and smashed into my car. I only saw him in time to apply the brakes, but it wasn't fast enough. He demolished the near entirety of my hood and engine. Amazingly, my windshield was intact, and the car was still running. Shaken, I managed to crawl the car across the intersection and park it by the side of the road, seeing 2 cars pull up behind me and the occupants get out to come and see if I was ok. I was shaking pretty hard, and in disbelief, but I was otherwise fine. The other car didn't even stop, he swerved to get around my mangled car and kept going. The witnesses told me he had at least 2 flat tires and smoke coming out of his hood, but he didn't stop. One of the witnesses saw the man get out of his car, check the damage, get back in and drive off again.
A tow truck happened to be going by (how convenient), saw the commotion and helped us out. 15 long minutes later, a lone police car came by and the officer took down statements (mine and witnesses) and drove me home. My car is a complete write-off. Dead. Not a good way to finish the week! Good news is: the police found and arrested the drunk driver (who managed to get his beat up car to a town 20 minutes away), with the positive ID of one of the witnesses, and the driver is now facing criminal charges.
I felt fairly useless. I couldn't tell the police what kind of car it was that hit me (all I know is that it was blue/green and round in design... like a 626 Cronos or something like that), I didn't see the driver, and I wasn't even sure what lane he was driving in...
And to top it all off, following my mother's advice and the advice of a nurse at Info-SantÃ[emoji]169[/emoji], (I had a slight headache) spent 2 hours in the emergency waiting room before seeing a doctor who told me 'you're fine.'
What a day! I was REALLY lucky, though. Had he been going faster, or had I been slower on the brake, he'd have struck the driver's side door. Who knows where I'd be then?!? Someone or something was certainly looking out for me at that moment!