Let’s go for a Sunday drive. It’s a beautiful day. We have nothing important to do or plan for. Work is a whole 18 hours away. There are no family members to attend to. No obligations that keep us home. Don’t you remember the oh so far away days of the past when your family would pile into the car and just drive. There was no rhyme or reason for where you went or when you would return home. Maybe dad had something in mind, but I never worried about it as a kid. Looking back now it was probably just a cheap idea to pass the Sunday away back when gas was under 80 cents per gallon and a full tank cost less than any activity for a family of five. So in memory of days gone by…let’s take a drive.
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Mercy and I had been together about a year. She had just bought her first car two months ago. We were dog sitting, Bear, for my parents. Mercy always hated doing this, because Bear was an untrained yappy Pomeranian. He would bark constantly and never shut up, which was why my parents had not taken him with them on this trip. We went over to their house about 11 am and fed, played, and took Bear out for his business. Around 1:30pm, we decided to go out to lunch. One of our favorite restaurants has lunch specials until 2pm, so we decided to head over there.
I was in a hurry and was driving Mercy’s car. My parents live next to an expressway that would get us downtown quick. So I was in the turning lane of my parents street waiting to take a left onto the expressway. I was watching traffic and saw that the car that was coming was taking a right onto my street (it had moved over into the right hand turning lane). So I took off. As soon as I was halfway through the lane, I realized that I had made a huge mistake that would take our lives. I hadn’t seen that there had been another car behind the car that was turning. The turning car had blocked my view of this little red sentra. By the time that I saw the sentra it was less than 1 foot from my door and it was going 55-60 mph. I KNEW that we were dead. I was so convinced of that, I took my feet off the pedals and screamed. Mercy couldn’t get me to do anything, I’d given up. Continue reading