Ok, I cant sleep but I want to write about my experience so Facebook just became Cecileys journal: Jessica did everything in her power to make the best of the lose lose scenario playing out in front of us. Her quick reaction and control of the car was impeccable. I will always be grateful for her, the medics from Owasso, the doctors and nurses from Claremore Indian, and all those who came to see me. Its really something looking at what could be your last thing you ever see again. It happened all so very fast and yet, it seems so slow when I think about it. I was not frightened; I was not afraid to die, even though I did the physics in my head about an accelerating object going 65 mph hitting another object going about 40 perpendicular to the first object. I wasnt afraid of dying because I was at peace with my faith, the people in my life, and the name I would leave behind. I accepted the fact that my last meal was the 3 Chik-fil-a nuggets I managed to eat before the impact, and I was ok with this. My last conversations with people were filled with I love yous and see you laters. I had spent the evening with friends at the Claremore meeting about branding the town and discussing SGA and OIL, while looking forward to Chi Alpha that evening, and BCM Noon Day that Wednesday. I had spent it like any other day and I was not afraid of dying. I knew I would be missed and I would miss them,but for the most part I would have left something positive behind, something worthwhile. I was content with my direction in life and the people in it. I was happy about myself and if that was going to be my last of everything, I was perfectly fine with letting go ( had to have a Frozen reference somewhere ;) ). I was not afraid of dying. As I braced for what was to come, I smiled. I knew my final destination, knew I was going to be ok with whatever happened next, and knew that it was going to be painful, one way or another. I felt the crunch, smelled the airbags,and felt myself being whipped around like I was weightless and puny. I was not afraid of dying. Jessica and I sat there waiting,attempting to keep each other calm. I knew my neck was hurt but I could move my toes and fingers, so I was okay. I dont remember the first few names of people who checked up on us,only that they were calm and considerate. I was not dead, had to pee, and was worried about my friend. We held eachothers hand until they pulled Jessica out. I was relieved not to hear here scream as the medic had warned me about. I then remembered two things: I was in a skirt and I am 63. Bringing my big girl voice up ,I said : Tammy[ the medics name] , you need to be prepared for something. She said: Oh hun, dont worry if you pooped yourself,it happened alot. I think I laughed here, but stated my height. Tammy chuckled and radioed that they would need the extra long stretcher. As I was being strapped to the back board inn the neck brace, I was still not scared,and knew I wasnt going to die. I knew I was going to hurt and that Jessica was hurt worse than I was. I knew my mom was going to flip out. I knew that I was going to be a bit late for Chi Alpha. All this being said, I have quite the road to travel and still dont know all that happened. Thank you for those who came to see me in the hospital, and thank you to the doctor and nurses who watched over me while I was in. I have had some down time to reflect and react ,but I know the following: 1. We were incredibly blessed and lucky to make it out of that crash as well as we did; 2. We were being watched over and protected.; 3. We were meant to go through this and survive and 4. I was not afraid of dying,so I am definitely without a shadow of a doubt, I am NOT afraid to LIVE. Thanks for reading, I know it was long. Ceciley
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 08:30:51 +0000
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