Forever Young: Lane Change
Middle Park High School
The cool morning air hangs in my lungs. Frost sticks to my sneakers. Red and blue lights penetrate the lazy fog drifting over the highway.
A day like this isn’t ordinary, and yet, it is. Ordinary is something we consider to be part of the natural order of things: normal, customary and routine. My car upside-down and wrapped around a telephone pole isn’t something I consider ordinary. However, in the grand scheme of things, it’s all too commonplace. Thousands of car wrecks happen every hour.
Some piece of scum was passing on a double yellow around a curve. I had to whip my car off the road to save my body from being pulped. The first thing that I thought before my SUV flipped over was, “I’m going to be late to work.”
Really. That’s what I thought. No existential realizations, no split-second side shows of everyone and everything I’ve ever loved. “I’m going to be late to work.” And then, “this is going to be expensive.”
I unbuckled my seat belt, fell onto the ceiling, beat back the airbag and crawled out of the car. I wasn’t hurt at all. I call the authorities. Then, for fifteen minutes, I did nothing but stand there and stare at the twisted steel.
Entering a crash, one’s first concerns should not be work and expenses. I should have been thinking about life and love and just how good the air tastes and how great it is to simply exist.
“I’m going to quit my job,” I lie down in the grass beside my car and smile.
– Kevin Fournier, a senior at Middle Park High School, originally wrote this as a creative writing assignment.
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