Thanksgiving has always been an important holiday for my family. From the touch football game between my brothers and me to the secret family recipes that are baking in the kitchen, Thanksgiving is a big tradition and has always been a wonderful time.
During my freshman year of college, I flew home for Thanksgiving break, like most college kids. I had a great time with my family and went back with my jeans a bit tighter, which was to be expected. I could have never guessed what was about to happen to my beautiful Lexus SUV and myself after I landed.
I was driving back to the dorms from the airport, thinking about the great weekend I had just experienced, when I decided to call my boyfriend. We had gotten through the “I’ve missed you, can’t wait to see you, where are you right now?” questions, when out of nowhere: BOOM, they hit.
I had been driving over May Avenue when I noticed the other vehicles slowing down. I slowed down from 65 to 50 miles per hour. About five seconds later, I found myself in extreme panic and fearing for my life. Six power lines had fallen on top of my vehicle — three above my head, two in front of me, and one that caught underneath my hood and started cutting through my car toward me. I was consumed by thoughts of ending up like a Final Destination victim, cut in half by the hot power line. I dropped my phone and immediately slammed on the brakes, hoping to stop the power line from cutting even further into my car and closer to me.
Because of the power line’s force, my car swayed strongly side to side as I slammed on my brakes, so I hit my head against the window several times. After the car eventually came to a halt, all I could do was scream in panic. I didn’t know if I should get out of the car and run, fearing it might blow up, or stay in because of the live wires, fearful that I would electrocute myself if I tried to run. I passed out for a minute or two and when I woke up I heard my phone ringing. It was my boyfriend, who was terrified and asking millions of questions about what he had heard on the other end of the phone. I managed to screech, “Help, help, help, power cords on car… I’m scared!”
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