Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Jetta

Back on June 12, Monica and I were smack dab in the middle of looking for a new house. We got up that morning, quickly ate breakfast, and took off to look at an attached home that just didn’t do it for us. As we mulled over that house, heading down the road to look at another house that we wouldn’t like, it seemed to be just your ordinary Saturday morning.

We were following our real estate lady on a divided four lane highway, but it was the kind that didn’t have turn lanes so if you wanted to turn left, you had to stop traffic in the left lane. That’s just what someone did in front of our agent, and she was forced to stop rather suddenly which in turn forced us to stop in much the same manner. After I came to an abrupt halt, I glanced towards the rear view mirror, something which I’m accustomed to do just to make sure the person behind me has stopped as well.

In the next half a second, I saw a very quickly moving grill of a car, followed by darkness, a loud crash, the rush of wind and glass, and the feeling of my head rest smacking me in the back of my head.

So there we were, seats fully reclined, looking out the front of my car, both of us in a daze. I knew immediately what happened, but Monica was a little worse for wear as she was a little out of it. Our agent wasn’t exactly sure what happened, but she pulled over and called 911 as she rushed over to see if we were okay. I actually got out of the car for a second to look at the damage (yes, I know you’re not supposed to do that), but my neck hurt badly so I got back in the car.

The paramedics and firefighters arrived and surveyed the situation which prompted this exchange.

“Do you want to go the hospital?”

“Uh, isn’t that your decision?”

So, yes, we did indeed want to go to the hospital via a ride in the ambulance. They even put neck braces on us and pulled us out of the car to set us on those stiff, blue boards After an eternity on the most uncomfortable surface known to man and many x-rays, we were released from the hospital with only sprains and bruises. It took a couple of weeks before we were really back to normal, but we thank God that we are alive today to talk about it.

Here are some photos of my car after the accident.


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