The cloudy morning allowed me to start my day in preparation. What greeted me was an annual road trip to sacramento that I would surely enjoy, not necessarily indulge though, but excited I was.
The night before, I disappointed Pabs by starting my shut-eyes a tad bit early than normal. In result I was wide awake at 6:30am the next morning. I finished my packing and took a swift shower excited to progress through my day. The group of 15 wanted to depart from my house at 9:00AM, so I left at 7:40AM to pick up three people.
At my door, my friend Minh (aka noob, self-proclaimed champ, and dumbass) gave me a call. I stopped at the door and answered my phone, slightly friendlier than normal as compared to vent, where I would berate him with anything that I uttered relating to him. I kindly told him my plan to pick him up, and Minh1(he's another Minh), and then Maureen. I ended my precisely 20seconds conversation with him at 7:43AM.
I drove down my neighborhood and and turned into the smaller street that would lead to the bigger street. At exactly 7:44AM I called Maureen waking her up and explaining to her that I'm on my way. With her sweet interrupted sleep voice she acknowledged and said bye. This conversation lasted 45 seconds.
I then turned out into the big street that is Raitt St. At the intersection of Segerstrom and Raitt, I lawfully used my hands free speakerphone to communicate with Minh1(non-noob) that I would be picking him and suggested that he get ready. This conversation lasted 33 seconds.
My light turned green. I was waiting for my left turn and green suggested that I can turn given that I yielded to all incoming traffic. I nudged my car towards 10 feet, waiting, yielding. As the light flickered from yellow to red, I saw an incoming truck hesitate a bit, so I assumed that he was stopping at yellow. I stepped on my petal and proceeded to my left turn.
With a darth vader like roar I screamed *uuuahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* as the white F150 truck that I thought have stopped began to accelerate even faster towards me.
The result is below....
Engine still on and key still in the ignition I opened the door and walked out. I then slammed it shut and ran to nearby crashies asking them if they're ok. Silly I thought, I just got smashed and crushed by them and still asked them such.... I think I read in a book somewhere that the first step is to ask if everyone is ok... and then maybe perhaps rage at em. Regardless I ran into the middle section and sat down.
At 7:48am I called "Mom" as accordance to my phone's address book, and quickly aborted the call after 3 seconds and realizing that she probably wouldn't answer it. She rarely does and I knew better, but I guess my animal instincts yearned for MOM after the devastation. I called "home" instead at 7:48am still and this conversation lasted 23 seconds. I told her in Vietnamese, " I got in an accident. Raitt and Segerstrom. I'm bleeding." I hung up the phone and took out the glass shards that was stuck in me. Cleaned myself up a bit and proceeded to call my Maureen.
At 7:50AM my 42 seconds conversation explained to Maureen what happened, and that I have called the necessary people to assist me. I then hung up the phone and went into my car to try and remove my keys. * What if it blew up ?? * I thought briefly. I yanked at my keys and it woulnd't budge, so I realize that I'm still on D(for drive) and that I needed to change that. I reached it and pushed it to PARK and manage to get my keys out. I left my PSP(lols later it was recovered and in near perfect working condition)
As I sat down, the notion of the car blowing up flashed my mind and s0 I moved down about 10 more feet and sat there. My brother and father soon arrived, and the ambulance took me away to the ER....
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