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black Buick Regal. The drive to the accident sight terrified me because my mother drove too fast and carelessly. As we approached the accident scene, we were blocked by traffic slowing down by onlookers of the catastrophe. My mother leaned frantically on the horn for people to get out of the way. Katie noticed Mom’s friend, Claudia, in the lane next to us. My mother yelled for Katie to tell Claudia that the accident ahead was “B” and that we needed her help in reaching the accident sight. Claudia had a large vehicle and immediately proceeded to cross the lane and clear a path. My mother dashed up on the median where in plain view was the worst sight I could ever have imagined. My grandmother’s brand-new car was crushed. Still worse, we couldn’t see her because of all of

the emergency personnel and she was on the opposite side from us. A truck hit her on her driver’s side, but our only view was from the passenger’s side. My mother frantically attempted to reach the car to comfort my grandmother but a policeman blocked her path saying, “Ma’am, you can’t go over there. The Rescue Squad is trying to cut her out of the car. Are you a relative?” She couldn’t articulate a response but it was obvious by her hysterical nods that, indeed, she was. His face broke into deep concern. “She’s to be flown by helicopter to St. Joseph’s Hospital Trauma Center.” He promised to keep her updated on my grandmother’s condition. My mother begged the policeman, “please tell her that her family is here and that we love her.” I looked around in

disbelief, struggling to comprehend the disastrous situation unfolding around me. This couldn’t be happening to my family and me. I was confused as to why people were gathered on the streets as if watching a parade. I felt myself drifting in and out of a strange state of consciousness; the sounds around me were echoing, the visions a blurred daze and then the reality would impose upon me for seconds at a time. The sight of a photographer made me angry. But then I was comforted by the policemen’s words that broke into my surreal world, “she said to tell you she is all right and not to worry about her.” His words were comforting for a moment, but the confusion was still too strong. How could she be all right when her vehicle was crushed and they had to use the “jaws of

life” to cut her out of the car? If she was all right, why is a helicopter rushing her to a hospital? These questions and hundreds more raced through my mind. I began to shake as the sounds of my surroundings engulfed me. I saw the vision of the smashed vehicle in the center of the road and could only hear my mother’s hysterical crying while Claudia and my cousin comforted her. Was it fear? Was it shock, or was it those emotions that deluged me, still yet to come out? Reality settled in for a while when a policeman and Claudia ordered me to drive my mother, Katie and me home because my mother was too emotional to drive. As we departed, Claudia instructed me to pack my mother a bag. I wondered why, but dutifully put my mother in the car as she insisted that I drove as close to

the helicopter landing sight as possible so she could see that my grandmother was safely on board. My mother managed to calm when we reached home, but her tears didn’t stop. Katie and I made a couple of telephone calls upon my mother’s instructions, but I felt that she was in a daze and moving through the motions like a robot. The ride to the hospital seemed like hours and yet no one seemed to be able to voice their fears. My mind was full of confusing thoughts. I wondered who was at fault for the accident and how it happened. ‘B’ was just at my house. Should one of us have gone to Beall’s with her? Maybe this horrible nightmare wouldn’t have happened at all if any one of us had accepted her invitation to go to shopping with her! Or what if all four of us had gone and

were crushed in grandmother’s car together? We arrived at St. Joseph’s hospital and Sister Pat, the hospital’s Patient’s Advocate who was awaiting our arrival, escorted us into a family waiting room. As more family members appeared and telephone calls came in from family members all over the country, I began to feel my emotions release and tears streamed down my cheeks. The trauma doctor made appearances to announce the seriousness of my grandmother’s injuries, which were extensive. He reappeared often and when he was too busy Sister Pat would relay the doctor’s message. The outlook for my grandmother’s survival was not good. Sister Pat said that the next 24 hours were crucial. The facts of her condition were provided and each time Sister Pat or the doctor entered