[JTH74]

I am also living proof that seatbelts save lives, on Labor day weekend 1991, I was a senior in highschool, with everything going for me, great girlfriend that let me do whatever I wanted, captain of the football team, good grades, great parents, everything was right in my world. My best friend had gotten a new red twin turbo Dodge Stealth, we tried to straighten out a curvy road, he lived on this road so he new it well, we came out this curve at about 90 and the right front tire hit some gravel and sucked us off the road like vaccuum had a hold of the car, got back on the road, thought he had it back, then saw a huge dirt bank in front of us, he hit it head on then we rolled it three times, stopping upside down headed back in the other direction, creased the top and craved it in touching the inside corner of my head rest and pushing my head between the crushed top and the side glass, I was knocked out for a few seconds, my friend was yelling for me, when I did not respond he started freaking out, when I began to hear and see again, it was like someone was turning the volume up very slowly on the radio, and lights kept getting brighter gradually, we then tried to get out, I could get out to my chest and look over the bottom of the car and see people there watching us making a effort to get out, not one of those people offered to help, the car was still running, then my friend jumped up and said I am out, and I was right behind him, he immediately fell down, his back was broken,could not feel his legs(he is ok now). The weekend before we topped the car out, a little over 160 mph, that was the first time I had gotten tunnel vision( a weird feeling the first time it happens), my girlfriend was in the back, when it was over he got sick and threw up, and was really mad with me! Heres the weird part, in 1987 I went a stayed all night with a new friend, his parents had a restored 55 chevy hardtop, we took it to a drive in car show, on the way back a drunk driver pulled out in front of us and we hit him at 60 mph, the next day my mom told me she had a bad feeling about the whole day before, the evening that my best friend picked me up in the Stealth my mom called me back in the house and told me to be careful, that she had a bad feeling about tonight, the same feeling she had when we wrecked the 55, after we wrecked the Stealth and the emergency personnel arrived, which I knew most of them because my dad was a highway patrolman, you do not know how bad I hated for them to call my parents and tell them we had been in an accident! That night was when I realized how precious life is, how short it could be, and that you can pass from this life into eternity in the blink of an eye, that night changed my life! The next time my mom says she has a bad feeling I will listen to her! Sorry for being so long winded guys!