There’s the good, the bad, and the ugly

Yesterday, we had a taste of all three from one unfortunate incident. Will and I were on the way to do some shopping at our local farm store and Walmart. He made a left turn off the highway to pull into Walmart, not seeing a car coming pretty fast. Yep, it hit the passenger’s doors pretty darned hard. And I was the passenger. Oh boy, was I scared I’d been seriously hurt as my leg was numb and I could hardly breathe. The air bags had deployed, and my door was crushed into my side. Will was unhurt and I asked him if he could release my seatbelt as I couldn’t reach it. He did and suddenly, I could breathe again, it was that tight.

It wasn’t five minutes until the police, both city and state, arrived to attend the accident. Fortunately, the male driver of the other car was unhurt. By then, my numb leg was regaining feeling, and it wasn’t painful. I was thinking then that I wasn’t hurt all that bad, after all. But they did have to get the fire department to get the door open.

We left the scene after Will had called David at work and asked him if he could drive us home. The car was, obviously, totaled. We were all thanking God nobody was hurt seriously. Today, Will’s been talking to the two insurance companies, ours and the driver of the other vehicle’s while I’m recuperating. We’re both feeling beat up but very grateful to not be in the hospital or worse.

Today, it’s just recuperating and waiting for our insurance company to figure everything out. Fortunately, we always keep full coverage on the vehicles we drive most often; my little Edge and Will’s big red Dodge Ram. It’s the first accident we’ve had in decades, and it sure shook us up. I’m kind of hobbling around with a cane, trying not to stiffen up more than I am while Will’s out feeding big round bales to the cows. I didn’t think I’d be much help opening the gate today. Instead, he took Sarge to keep the cows back. Sarge was home during the accident, and they respect that big Mastiff.

— Jackie