Oh, dear, I hit a deer!



Nothing is more desperately helpless than being forced to acknowledge that there is nothing you can do to avoid what is about to happen. Thud, crash, a jolt, a moment of fear that the airbag is about to hit your face....etc etc.... and of course the sad and pleading look in that eyes of the poor animal who had just taken the last leap. I only saw one eye as my car squrely hit the deer. No big deal, I know, especially where I live, where we are surrounded by the families of deer. Funny thing is that about 30 minutes after my incident, a pack of 5 or 6 were spotted right down the street several houses away in the neighborhood. Having funeral? Or figuring out the family court issue..... I did see a bambino....
(by the way, these photos were taken in my backyard a few months ago)

I had a car behind me that I could not slam my breaks. I was really afraid to be rear ended. But I slowed down enough before I hit the deer head on. The impact was felt but the airbag did not deploy. My son was rather shook up for a moment but he got over it when he realized that car was still drivable and we were close to our home.

I had to think about the last car accident I had.... I am known to be accident prone so to speak.
I have landed on the helipad once after a spectacular sky view of the snow covered Idaho mountains by a helicopter to be taken to the trauma room at the ER. St. Alphonsus was a very kind place. When I remember what that accident cost me, this collision with a deer does not seem too bad. I have been a very very safe driver since my visit to St. Alphonsus on and off the road. I was just relieved to hear that this accident would not reflect negatively on my record!

I ran into someone in the middle of the intersection once on the way home from nursing clinical! My friend, another nursing student was not wearing her seatbelt and she jammed her forehead forward and created an definite protrusion in my front window. I lost a few teeth, bruised up but no broken bones. I had to pay a higher premium for THREE years, I remember !

Car accidents were quite frequent in my home growing up. My poor father could not resist driving sometimes even when he should not have. He totaled our car once or twice and I always feared that he was going to lose his job from drinking and driving. Eventually, we convinced him to let go of driving and no one knows what a relief that was for us.

OK, enough accidents. It is a scary thought to think that in a few years, I will be praying for my child's safety on the road every day. But we know that he is extremely unlike his mother. That is a good thing.



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