Today was certainly one of the more unusual days I’ve had as of late…
With J out of town, I found myself wide awake today at 4:50 a.m. By 5:00 , I realized I wasn’t going to go back to sleep, and made my way downstairs to take care of the pups. After getting them through their morning routine, and a quick morning coffee (for me, not them), I headed out the door for a 4.5 mile walk. I need/want/am determined to get back into my exercise routine, it really helps clear my head and I am able to get super organized for the day. Of course, at 6:00 in the morning, it’s still pitch black outside. I’m not deterred, however, as the temperature was about 60 degrees. Perfect early morning walking weather.
So there I was, 2 miles into my walk, thinking and plotting and planning…when all of a sudden, I heard a man shout, “Don’t move!”
What would you think?
Probably the same thing I did, which is that someone was being held up in the parking lot about 10 feet in front of me. I paused for a moment, trying to determine if I should run in the other direction and call for help? Or take a few more steps to see what was happening? In the split second that I was thinking, I heard the same man’s voice saying, “Don’t move, I’m calling for help right now..” At that moment, I turned the corner and saw a woman laying underneath a car, and a young man kneeling down over her, holding her hand and repeatedly telling her not to move. I ran up and asked if they needed help, and at that exact moment, another man pulled up (he was at the adjacent gas station and saw the commotion) and asked if he could help. The man standing over the woman said he was calling 911, but I told the man in the car that the fire station was literally one driveway away and he could drive there faster than I could run.
So while he drove off to get help, this poor woman was still trapped underneath her car, scared half to death and clearly in shock. I bent down, gently took ahold of her arm, and tried to reassure her that she was going to be ok, help was on the way. Seconds later, thanks to the man that went next door to the fire station, several firemen, a trio of EMS and the local Sheriff all showed up. They secured the woman onto a board, pulled her out from under the car, and from what I could understand (the noise from the trucks was deafening), she suffered a broken leg. Which, considering her minivan had just rolled over her, was miraculous.
But …. how did she get there?
According to the man that saw the accident, the woman had dropped her cigarette out of her window, and stopped her car to pick it up. She thought she had the car in “park”, but actually had put it in “neutral”. When she opened the door to retrieve her cigarette, the car started to roll backwards, knocked her down, and rolled over her legs, thereby trapping her.
I finally left when the Sheriff told me that I wasn’t needed, since I didn’t actually witness the accident. I headed straight home, a bit unsettled of course, but thankful that the woman was going to be ok.
Sabrina was at the kitchen counter when I walked into the house, took one look at my face and said, “Are you ok?”
I said, “Let me tell you about my walk…….”