The Day I Escaped Death

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We were running late as usual, just my mom and me. Mom was running around like a chicken with her head cut off and I just stood there wondering what I should do. Eventually she swooped me up under her right arm like I was a football racing towards a goal post. As we raced towards the car (a blue VW bug) in the crowded little parking lot, mom hung onto me as best she could, but I kept slipping further and further out from under her arm until my head was almost touching the wet pavement. She continued to run with me tucked under her arm, and I was thankful when we finally made it out of the rain, and into the car. She dumped me into the seat like I was a sack of potatoes. In under 30 seconds, mom had that car in reverse and we were on our way to the concert.  I knew that mom was in a big hurry because she didn’t want to miss her friend who was singing in the church concert. I was a bit scared because we were driving so fast, that I could hardly even see the trees that were just off the road. The streets were in terrible shape. It had been raining for nearly two days straight and I could barely see out of the windows as the glass began to fog up. I sat there quietly in my seat painting pictures on my window. I hoped mom wouldn’t notice or I would be in big trouble.  Just as we turned a bend in the road, I saw two lights coming straight at us. Mom swerved into another lane of traffic and tried to stop the car, but for some reason the car wouldn’t stop and the next thing I knew the car was hanging off the edge of the road overlooking a large ravine. My eyes must have been as big as saucers, and when I looked at my mother, she began to cry. I tried to reach for her, and suddenly the car felt as if it were going to topple right off the cliff and into the ravine. My mother yelled at me to remain as still as I could for fear that any movement, even a small amount, might cause our car to plunge right off the cliff. I started to hold my breath and my mother slowly inched towards the door and proceeded to get out. As soon as she reached for me though, the whole car started swaying and she told me to stop immediately and wait in my seat until she could figure out what to do. I of course started crying and felt my whole body get warm. I felt as if at any moment, that I would surely plunge to my death. My mother was frantically looking around trying to figure out what to do. Within what seemed like hours, but in actuality was probably only a few minutes, another car stopped and a women got out to try to help us. She told my mother to have me move into the back seat so that the car would remain more stable with the weight of me in the back. So, I made my way towards the back of the car. The car creaked and groaned as I finally settled into the back seat. A cold sweat ran down my face and I trembled with fear and anticipation of what might happen to me. My mother decided that her only option was to break the back window so that I could climb out. She told me to cover myself as best I could with my jacket and then she proceeded to break the glass with a crow bar that the other woman had found in her car. There was a loud crash, then all I remember was feeling as if a million marbles had suddenly been dumped upon me. The only other thing I remember, is finally being lifted out through the back window and looking down at my feet as they hit the soft earth below. I was finally out and standing on my own two feet. I could hardly believe that I was still alive and then I looked up at my mother, she had begun to scream in terror as she watched our car abruptly fall off the cliff, down into the ravine. I think her terrified scream must have come from knowing that just seconds before, her baby girl had been in that car. I saw her turn white as a ghost and then suddenly she fainted. That is the last thing I remember from that dreadful day and a memory that I will most likely never forget.

32 responses to “The Day I Escaped Death

  1. It looks like you had got a second chance that day. A terrifying story.

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  2. What a finely constructed little story, it was filled with feeling, it draws you in, great stuff, I thoroughly enjoyed it 👍

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  3. M… moving.. gripping… write that book beautiful 😉

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  4. Reblogged this on Encouraging Life and commented:
    What a WOW scary experience. You should join Furious 7 or Avengers club. Anyone?

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  5. And the photo is so fitting Michelle

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  6. Speechless and grateful. Thank you for hitting the Publish button🙏🏼

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  7. Such a sweet memory….or at least that is how I would define it. Almost brought a tear to my eye! :’)

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  8. Oh wow…This is like one in the movie scene. You had experienced something as a child. But at least you are here now blogging and it’s your past which means you are blessed to be here 🙂

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  9. You had a good taste of fear young. I would be scared, had a couple bad car accidents. It’s a different scared when your child is in harms way.
    God put his hands on both of you.
    🙂
    M

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  10. How terrifying for both of you. Those are the scenes we expect to see in movies – never in real life. My heart is racing.

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  11. I could feel the tension of the scene, what a horrific event, but that fortunately ended well. Such a great read. xx Paris

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  12. Wow….I could feel the terror and visualized the entire thing. I don’t even know what to say….wow.

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  13. What a terrifying story – I was gripped in terror reading the emotion pouring out from your words. So many lessons, thank you for sharing.

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