“Things happen for a reason and your life can change from one instant to the next. You never know why things happen…”

This weekend something horrible happened …

It was cold, it was raining, I was driving my mom to the toy store because she wanted to buy Pillow Pets for her grandkids. It was a short trip to the toy store and nothing was out of the ordinary except for the fact that it was cold and raining pretty hard. The speed limit on this particular street is 30 miles an hour but I was going even slower than that because of the rain. As I’m driving, my mom suddenly started yelling. I stepped on the brakes and started yelling myself

“Oh God!” I yelled, “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Those were the only words I could say as a five year old little girl raced through the rain in front of my car on her Dora the Explorer bike.

I pushed on the breaks harder, but the car wouldn’t stop. I knew we were going to collide, there was no way the car was going to stop.

“Oh God!”

The car kept skidding over the wet street. My heart was racing. As the events played out time seemed to distort itself. I thought I could run out of the car and grab the girl to save her, but in reality the thought came and went in a flash. I couldn’t save her.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”

I could see the little girl’s face through the windshield as she looked at me and our eyes locked- even through the rain I could see the fear in her eyes as the car continued to move toward her.

“Oh God!”

The rain seemed to be falling in slow motion. My mom was screaming. I was screaming. I slammed as hard as I could on the brakes, and turned the steering wheel so that we would skid away from the girl, but the car continued to move forward.

“Oh God! NO!”

Large drops of rain fell on the windshield of my car making the world outside seem to blur for a second until the wipers pushed the rain away giving me a clear view of the events as they unfolded like pictures flashing before me: the little girl on her bike racing out of nowhere, her face as she passed in front of my car, the look of fear in her eyes, and the car moving closer and closer and closer.

I tried so hard to stop the car and I felt so scared and helpless as it continued to move toward the five year old girl on her Dora the Explorer bike.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” I kept yelling

The car severed. I looked at the little girl, the look of fear frozen on her face would be the last image of her that I would see because suddenly she was gone. The car stopped and my mom raced out of the passenger side yelling, not knowing what she would find when reached the front end of the car.



to be continued...