Nov. 26 began as a normal day. I enjoyed an afternoon of Christmas shopping with my friend, went home and had dinner with my family, then left home to visit my boyfriend in Logan Lake.
I left Kamloops shortly before 8 p.m., and by 8:15 I was frantically calling my parents to tell them I was in a car accident about 20 kilometres out of Kamloops.
There’s lots I remember, but the memories are a little jumbled. One second I was driving, the next I was swerving, then my car was flipped over, lying on the driver side and everything was scattered.
I remember hearing a loud banging on the car; a man had stopped and was trying to help me.
One of the emergency responders estimated my car flipped about eight times.
I remember he gave me a blanket and tried to help me find my glasses. I don’t remember how long it was before the emergency responders or my parents were there.
I remember seeing my mom’s purple jacket as she watched me being extracted from the car and hearing my dad call to me. I vaguely remember the ride in the ambulance to the hospital.
However, what I do know is how lucky I am to walk away with nothing except a mild concussion, a black eye, bruised cheek and sore/stiff neck and shoulders.
I do know how grateful I am that I didn’t hit anybody else and that nobody was in the car with me.
I do know that I would not be alive if I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt.
The significance of seatbelts is ignored everyday. So many people don’t seem to understand why wearing your seatbelt is important or even wearing it properly.
Maybe they think it’s only important for kids. They’re so wrong. I am living proof of why something as simple and easy like wearing your seatbelt is so important. It’s the difference between life and death.
Who actually thinks that this would happen to them? Who plans to be in an
accident? I certainly never thought it would happen to me.
I would like people to see my story as a reason to buckle up. It takes two seconds.
I can’t imagine the pain and suffering my loved ones would be going through if I hadn’t been wearing my seatbelt. I could have been ragdolled around the car like everything else or thrown through the windshield.
If my story only makes a difference to one person, that’s one less person who could die in an accident. One family spared what my family was spared. One community spared a loss.
One less accident to add to a statistic.
That’s exactly what I don’t want to be. I want people to look at me, and realize why I am still here today. I want to make a difference.
Even if it’s only one person, it would be worth it.
When this happened to me, I was 34 days away from my 19th birthday. I have the rest of my life to live because of my seatbelt.