It was a final destination experience. A truck suddenly just appears out of nowhere and comes rushing to crash into ours. It was 4D at its worst.
I am very thankful that me and my brother made it through this morning, unscratched and unharmed. There's a buzzing sound on my right ear that would not completely go away, it's as if to remind me that I made it through and that I'm still alive.
You know how people who's been through trauma and drama keeps on saying that every second counts and we have to make the most of everything cos we never know when it will be our last. This morning was a first hand experience of all that, and it really dint feel good. No BS... just make every moment count.
I was scared ... shocked... and maybe even traumatized. Sh*t happens... and thank God we made it.
