November 15th, 2016,
A date to make me look at everything differently.
A date which made me lose confidence instantly.
An accident off the road of Wood Street.
A street which I was driving on for the first time,
A street poorly constructed with no lane merging sign,
A street which may have been less dangerous had it not been at night.
I’d never shook physically out of fear.
After my headlights shone and I saw the ditch,
I tried to change lanes, I tried to switch.
My wheel was stuck where the right lane ended.
I pushed on the accelerator hard and turned my wheel,
I was thrown on the opposite side of the road and not knowing how to deal,
I turned my wheel right and landed in the ditch, not knowing how to feel.
When I had been on the opposite side of the road, if there had been any oncoming cars, I wouldn’t be here.
There hadn’t been and for that I was blessed,
But as I was in the ditch, I did not know what to do next.
I was shaking, crying, I was perplexed.
I called my grandpa.
He asked if I would be able to drive home,
He asked what was the road,
Two questions whose answers at the time I did not know.
I inspected my tires after thinking one had blown out.
All my tires were fine,
I told my grandpa I could drive home, or try.
I cried the whole way home.
My car roared with every touch to the gas,
I made it home after 18 minutes had passed.
My confidence for driving however, did not last.
lost confidence later found:
On November 27th, 2016,
I got behind the wheel for the first time since the 15th and sat in my mother’s car,
A car whose similarities to mine were very far.
It felt different to be driving, but not so much from fear.
I was familiar to the task I had learned from all the driving hours and practice.
The only difference was that the car was not mine, and not one with which I had truly practiced.
I had drove it once before but never alone.
When I drove it alone today, I truly missed my car, Bernie.
With my car, the feel was familiar and every drive was a journey.
Missing the car that I had recently hurt however, did not bring me worry.
Rather it brought me happiness knowing I was over my fear.
I was not afraid to drive and the fear was diminishing to a small concern.
The only thought it my mind was when Bernie would return.
my car returned in perfect condition on: