that could have been bad.

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On to the story about my only near death experience:

When Sam & I first started dating, we would hang out at the county park (classy, I know!) because he still lived about 4 hours away and I lived with my parents. We would go out at night then go to the park and swing, kiss, dry hump talk. I would normally head for home around 4 or 5 in the morning.

As I've said before, I live in BFE. I don't have any neighbors that I can see. One of those summer nights I was behind a truck with flashing lights, a service truck. I watched it as it slowed down at my driveway and then pulled in. No way in hell was I following a truck that I've never seen before into my driveway in the middle of the night. A little too scary movie for me. I continued to drive.

I called my sister and made her look out the window of her house (she lives in the guest house) "It's just J (her husband), he must have driven the service truck home."

I go to do a quick turn about as I'm ready to crawl into bed. The back tires of my Jeep ran off the road into a ditch. No big deal, I run off the road quite frequently. I gun it and go nowhere. So I try again. Nothing. This goes on for several minutes when finally I knew what I had to do...

I called my sister. "Hey, I ran off the road up the hill, will you send J to come pull me out?" "Are you serious??" "No sis, I just thought I'd wake you up for the second time tonight for shits and grins. Yes I'm serious!" "OH! Ok, we're on our way."

In the mean time I glance in my rear view mirror and see a truck pull up behind me. I remember thinking "Wow, my mirror is really crooked, those lights are at a funny angle!" I just figured that he would drive on by like most people do. He slows to a stop and my heart starts pounding. I don't want to die here.

The guy rolls down his window "Hey are you alright?"
Rose: "Um, yeah"
G: Are you sure??
R: Yeah... My sister and her husband are coming to pull me out
G: Well, don't move!
R: Huh? Why????
G: Honey, you're front tires are at least 2 feet off the ground and you're being held up by a 2x4. If you move at all your jeep is going to roll down this hill.
R: WHAT?

I looked into my passenger seat at my purse. My purse was no longer in the seat but sitting on the door. How in the hell did I not notice that? I start to panic. I press down on the brake pedal with all of my strength and might, thinking this will stop the car from tipping. I looked back and realize this isn't just a side of the road ditch, it's at least a twelve foot drop off. Shit.

My sister and J pull up. My sister jumps out of the car and runs over "ROSE!!! Are you okay?" I assured her that I was physically fine just really scared and shaky since I found out my tires were off the ground.

What does she do to make the situation better? She pulls out a camera and starts taking pictures. Who does that? There were flashes everywhere. She brings the camera to me to show me what the car looks like. I start to really panic. The guy was right, my front tires were off the ground.

The pictures didn't help the matter any. "GET THAT FUCKING CAMERA OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE. I'M GOING TO GET SICK." I looked around. If I was going to get sick, the puke would land in my purse. Damn.

Well the random guy and J hook the service truck up to my jeep to pull me out. They told me to hold on, just in case the car starts sliding back further into the ditch. By the grace of God, they pulled me out. Somehow I managed to drive my shaky self home. I don't know how I did it, but I managed to wait until I got out of the car to puke. It's the first time I've ever puked because of pure fear.

The next day My sister and I checked out my car, one tiny little scratch. Then we drove up to the wrecking point. It was less than a 2x4 holding the weight of my Jeep up... It was more like a toothpick. I'm seriously lucky my car didn't flip.

<3,
Rose