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The past three months have gone by in a blur!  Active is a small word to use when thinking of just how many things have been coming and going. 

First of, I had an accident.  Yup.  I was on my way to work driving the usual Highway Y when an on coming city truck crossed over to my lane on a curb.  I over corrected in a desperate attempt to not be hit and boom I hit a patch of gravel and spun out like a maniac.  My truck did maybe three to two donuts before crashing in to a ditch and trapping me inside.  It was living Hell!  I was trapped in the small confinements of my truck and when I tried to move it it wouldn’t budge.  Plus my door was jammed shut against the ditch.  But I’m afraid that wasn’t it!  It was snack day at work and I had made a very tasty Cowboy Casserole to take in. It was fresh out of the oven, and Blistering hot when I covered it up and put it in the truck, and it was still blistering hot when it landed all over my legs! 

Boy was I super Pissed!  Id worked a long time to make the food perfect, Spun out and landed in a ditch on a deserted highway, was stuck in my truck with no way out unless I climbed up and out of the passenger side of the truck, and had ruined my wonderful dish.  I was devastated! As I climbed out the man from the truck that had swerved in to my lane came to help me crawl out of mine.  We examined the damaged, there really wasn’t much to be honest.  A side from my muffler being stuffed with mud and my tire being stuck halfway in to the mud with no way of coming out without a tow truck.

My Adrenalin was pumping, my head was spinning and I had hot food all over me.  I wasn’t thinking correctly, without taking the guys name, license plate, insurance information I let him go.  And as he pulled away I realized I had no way of getting out of the ditch.  Scared out of my mind, and without a thought I dialed my mom.  It was her truck, she needed to know it was in a ditch.  Lets just say she wasn’t happy.  She did the general questioning, "are you ok? Are you sure?  Where are you?  Can you get out?" Things like that, before finally saying.  "Alright hold tight, I’ll be there in 30 minutes."  (Did I mention I live 45 minutes away from my moms?)  After I hung up with her I called up Sam and bawled my eyes out, or struggled not to.  He couldn’t come get me, there was a contractor on base and he wasn’t allowed to leave him alone, considering how close they were to the airline and all.

I was so startled by what had happened that I stood next to my tipped over truck looking out on the highway when a man on a 4×4 came driving up.  "I saw what happened, You ok?" he asked, I really wasn’t aware that three was a building a couple of hundred feet away.  He was Mechanic and he thought he could help me out of the ditch if I had a chain or tow string.  I didn’t.  So as he stood there looking the truck over for any permanent damage he told me all would be fine, the only thing would be getting out of the ditch, He’d go look for a chain if I stood fast.  I really had nothing else to do.

As that man drove off another came up.  A Gardener.  You’d be amazed by the men that drive this road.  He had a chain, but had a trailer hitched to the back of his truck, there was no way he could pull me out of there, and the mechanic was gone, we’d have to wait.  

I guess it pays off to be pretty and young.

As the mechanic pulled up and tried to center his truck to pull mine out a military contractor guy drove up, driving a pretty hefty looking 4×4 probably diesel fueled.  The three men considered who had the better truck and strength, and when the Contractor won the argument he tugged my ass out of the ditch.  It was a total breather! 

I quickly thanked all of them!  I was so happy to be out of the ditch! My truck was fine, a few scratches on the paint but nothing big.  I was late for work so I took off, and as I did, I cried my eyes out.  I’d been so scared!  I called my mom and she said to go straight to her house and I did.  Too pumped and freaked to go straight to work.  I ended up showing up late at work.

The next day I was sore.  Everything on my shoulders and back hurt, including the top of my head.  I hadn’t considered the damage I’d done to myself while I tossed and bounced.  This would lead to my demise.  A few days later I couldn’t move my shoulder and ended up at the doctors office.  I’d apparently torn something from the harsh banging and tossing.  They doped me up and sent me home.  The next day, I quit my job.  I couldn’t move well enough to continue.  My production of pulling was bellow the required, I would be terminated.

Ever since I’ve been home. 

It’s not bad.  I cook, clean, and please.  Not amusing I know.  Things have been fairly great.  I’ve been reading quiet a bit and looking in to moving next month.  I’ll be in a different state, and away from Missouri.  I really can’t wait.  I miss the ocean terribly! 

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