So many extended-Family and Family-friends know this event. As a young boy my family was driving to drop me off at my first girlfriend's house, Courtney, a gorgeous French Redhead. You know how I am.
Anyway, Mom, Sister, Brother, and me were driving me in a shitty beater car in Charlotte, NC. All of the sudden, I startle. My brother looks at me; my Mom driving asks me, “What's the matter?” I had this sudden enormous feeling of Doom. I somehow knew I had to put on my seat belt, right now.
As my seat belt clicks in and as my Mother is starting to say something, in that very same moment - CRASH.
We are read-ended by someone going 50MPH, us going 30MPH, the whiplash instantly killing the driver. My seat broke off it's hinges, flew forward with me in it, and my body & seat together were held by the belt in front of the windshield. My mother passed out on the steering wheel. My brother’s face down on the console. Sister out. One of the scariest moments of my life was lifting up my brother’s head and hoping his face was still recognizable. I just kept saying no-no-no while picking his head up to get a look. Whew, untouched. Got him out and lied him back on the grass median. Mom pulled out, sister out of the car crying.
I exited the car and pulled everyone out to safety, everyone in a complete fucking daze but me. The onlooker who saw it was as dazed as my Family was, she saw the driver die and literally said gibberish to me.
My family never thought anything past commoner memes of luck and coincidence. Never anything about me and those things! Just something that happened, that’s all.
Since something like that hardly happened to them in their whole life or anyone elses’ life they knew, you would think such an event, in their own family! would merit more introspection? Nope, keep it simple stupid is what they want you to believe.
If you think life is small and shitty, nope, you are small and shitty. You will keep being small and shitty until you decide to stop living in shit.