I was stupid, so very stupid getitng in that car, with a driver drunker than a skunk. Three sheets to the wind wasn't the word from it, he was WASTED.
What is it that at sixteen makes you feel like your invincible, that no matter how stupid you are, or the stupid things you do, you feel as if nothing is going to stop you, as if you can do something so beyond stupid and not come out with a scrath.
How wrong I was.
If I could turn the clock back and go back to that day, I would have said HELL no and got into that car. He could have been Brad pitt, the fact didnt change he was DRUNK and I was stupid.
Now I am paying the price, he wrapped the car around a telephone pole and I spent what seemed like an eternity strapped to a striker frame. And then learning what life was going to be like in a chair.
Paralyzed from the neck down, I have limited use of my arms now.
All because I didnt want to tell him no.
I was stupid, so very stupid.
A year later, I am still living with that stupidity, I always will be.
And he came out virtually unscathed.
Sadly ironic isn't it?
To Be Conintued