As part of the Mom Behind The Blog series I asked readers to ask a few questions and today’s question comes from Kay from Barefooted Minimalist asked me to share a moment in my life from childhood through early twenties that make me cringe. To be honest I don’t have a lot of these. I was a fairly even keeled kid who had her nose in a book, went to cheerleading practice, ballet class and hung out with well just about anyone who wasn’t causing trouble. I had a no nonsense kind of attitude and if you didn’t fit in with my plans or were up to no good I didn’t have time to deal with you. That isn’t to say I was perfect, no one is. I just had a plan and knew where I was headed in life.
I do however have two moments that to me are cringe worthy that I would like to share with all of you today! So buckle up because one of them is a real ride!
I Asked Joey Mcintyre To Marry Me!
Yes, I admit it I loved New Kids On The Block. Hey what can I say it was the 80’s! I loved Joey Mcintyre and like most girls had anything I could find of him taped to my bedroom wall. I even had the Joey Mcintyre ken doll!
I was in the 5th grade and went to my very first concert ever with my older cousin Kelli. She was very cool and in the 7th grade. Her mom drove us to Detroit, Michigan where we were to attend the event of the year! We were so excited and couldn’t wait to get there.
At one point in the concert the boys quieted the crowd. They had a serious message to share and wanted everyone’s attention. I remember Donnie Wahlberg (didn’t he turn into a handsome man) was talking…honestly I don’t remember about what. My cousin yells out “Marry Me Joey I love you!”. Not to be outdone I also yelled, “No Joey, I love you more marry me!” Poor guy started laughing with what looked to me embarrassment.
Thinking about that today still makes me laugh and shake my head. And for the record he was the only man I ever proposed to!
I Survived A TEN Car Pileup!
Back in 2003 I worked for the Red Cross. I was one of those lovely people who would call and ask you to donate blood. Then in January of 2004 I was on my way to work. The day was sunny, yet cold. The weather was nice, with no snow or ice on the ground. I had to drive the highway and at one point in my journey had to cross over on an overpass.
Then in a blink of an eye my world started to skid out of control. The cars in front of me started hitting their brakes, yet due to rush hour traffic and being on a crowded bridge they didn’t have enough time to stop! They were crashing into each other one after another. Then the car in front of me hit its brakes and slammed into the car in front of it. As it hit the car it spun and began heading in my direction.
I was driving 70 mph, the legal speed limit in Michigan, in the left hand lane. On my right was a large work van, a latter on the top and sides. On my left was the side of the bridge and beyond that the drop to the highway below.
I knew I was going to get hit, and that in order to avoid a head on collision I had to swerve my own car in the heavy traffic. I also knew that if I went right there was a good possibility that I would go over the side of that bridge, so I hit my breaks and turned the wheel of my car towards that large work van.
I was hit, and my car did a 180 degree turn. Thankfully I missed that van but was hit by a second car. Unfortunately I was number 9 of 10 in that accident. I however did manage not to hit the van and instead watched the driver slowly move past my car. We locked eyes and I think we both were grateful that I had somehow missed him.
As I sat in my totaled Buick I heard ambulances sirens blaring coming closer. I was thankful that there would be help coming soon. But I was left confused when those same sirens flew past and didn’t stop. It took what felt like an eternity for help. But eventually help did come, and I was taken by ambulance to the nearby hospital.
Latter I was interviewed by a Michigan State Police officer. He asked me what had happened and I honestly couldn’t tell him. All I could say was, “it just happened out of nowhere”. He then told me that everyone he had spoken to said the same thing.
I did have the opportunity to ask him about the other ambulances and how they didn’t at first seem to stop at our freeway accident. The officer simply said, “that’s because they didn’t”. He then went on to tell me that there were 4 accidents within a 6 mile radius at the same time that morning. Two on the highway I was on and another 2 on the freeway below.
I was lucky that day. God and my Guardian Angles were watching over me. I walked away from that accident with a large bruise across my chest, a bump on my head and a shoulder injury that took about 4 months to finally heeled (no surgery required).
But every time I think about that morning I cringe and thank God to be alive. I know I’m here for a reason, even if I don’t always know what it is.
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