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Late Saturday night my younger daughter's car was hit by a speeding driver. I am so thankful that she escaped with only minor injuries, although she's bruised and still in a lot of pain.
She had just finished a psychology paper and was going out to buy gas. She was pulling out of our neighborhood onto the main road when the other car came flying out of nowhere, hit the rear driver's side door, smashed into a low concrete bus stop seat (knocking it askew) and into trees.
The rescue squad was there in almost no time, since their station is less than 1/8th of a mile from the accident scene. She was taken to the local hospital and examined, then sent home with a prescription for painkillers.
At first she couldn't move and thought she was paralyzed. Then she got her cell phone and called home. We live maybe a 1/2 mile from where it happened. My husband told me to call 911, ran out and drove to the scene, got her registration and textbooks, then followed her to the ER. I stayed home and contacted our other daughter, who was on her way home from babysitting, and the younger one's boyfriend, who was visiting his mom in Virginia, and directed them to the ER. At least she didn't have to wait in the ER alone.
Her boyfriend and I went to look at her car at the towing lot yesterday. The car that hit her was there too. What a mess. Her beloved 2000 Honda Civic is beyond repair. If she had pulled out a half second more slowly, she could have been killed. It was a very close call. I am truly grateful that she survived.
The tow truck operator said the damage on both cars was so extensive that it was obvious the other driver was going at an extremely high speed. The limit on that road is 35 mph. My daughter's boyfriend, a mechanical engineering student who has also worked repairing cars, figures the guy was going about 80 mph. The police confiscated a rifle and a knife from his car at the accident scene.
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