When you have slept seconds, who will call out to. Your mom is there so you can't call to her. Your dad is busy or has no idea of what just happened or is about to happen. Boom. It's over or so think. The car is covered in what you think is smoke. So you feel yourself about to panic. So your body starts to take over in auto pilot mode. You worry about your tea you just bought and stirred spilling all over the car. Then you hear the little girl from the backseat screaming for her mom. That's when you switch into secondary MoMA role. Not realizing you have traffic backed up for a quarter of a mile you are dazed and then you start screaming out because the feels of being in a trapped place try to take over. With your body taking over you don't realize you just have to pull the door back and you are freed. You look around to see someone has pulled the little girl out of the car and now someone is literally putting their body out as a blocker to traffic because people are driving around like this is a tv show. One lady asks do you want a blanket, because she keeps a blanket in her car at all times because her dog sits in the backseat. She holds up to you as a young man comes from out of nowhere it seems to lean a comforting hand and shoulder. Now there's another older man who looks to be a doctor or nurse coming to check everyone out. He asks quick assessment questions. But your main focus is on the little girl to try to get her to calm down. Out of no where a praise unto the Father and Yeshua Moshiach comes out. By this time the nurse standing in the street as traffic controller is comforting you and the little girl with the blue blanket you were already offered. The guy who came out of nowhere helps your mom out of the car now she is with you and the little girl. Now the first responders have arrived. They are asking questions and you realize that your arms are turning red like an allergic reaction to a chemical. You point that out everyone is saying its normal. By now the police have arrived. They come to you and then they turn to the lady from the other car. Now it's the firefighters getting information from you one is in front the other is on your left. You are sitting in waiting room black clothed chairs. You are given a reflex test to see if you are able to focus and are asked to squeezed the gloves of an ems responder who has just arrived. While that happens you are asked to give your name. You spell it out for them instead of saying it. They guess it right away. Despite of the shakiness of your hands and your now blurred vision you can remember you need to call your dad. Let him know what happened. He tells you when he can arrive. Then you start to think of all the people you have to call. The little girl's moma. Who arrives in no time at all.
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AuthorI'm a daughter of marine yet I am the daughter of the Real Marine and the Father of Jesus. Im here to not only show but be active with my thanks for those who suit up daily. By me using a crochet hook, prayer, and sharing my thoughts and opinions while working. ArchivesCategories |