Car wrecks

I'd be lying if I said I liked riding in a car. Truth is, I'm terrified. Unless I'm not feeling good or just plain exhausted, I can't even relax long enough to take a nap. I was in a car accident when I was little. It was raining, pouring so hard that you couldn't see very far in front of you even with your wipers on. You could only see the tail lights of the car in front of you, but it was still hard to see anything. My mom and dad had gotten into a fight and my mom took me and my younger sister and my younger sister with her to go to a friends house, but little did we know what we wouldn't make it there. We were in the passing lane at the time. The car hit a puddle and we hydroplaned... My mom luckily got control of the car when we got into the other lane. But then we hit another puddle. We went to the side and the car hit the side rail 3 times. Me and my younger sister was fine, I think my mom had whiplash, but I don't remember. A guy luckily saw us crash and he stopped and came into our car to sit with us until the ambulance came. It was nice of him and it was nice to have someone else there. It made things seem a little better. I remember the paramedics ask if the man was momma's husband, but he said no. That's all I remember of that car accident, but it traumatized me. I hate riding in rain and I am terrified of storms because of it too. There was another accident I was in when I was 13 years old. We were on our way to the lake during the summer when the back passenger tire blew out. For a second, we didn't know what happened. At least not until the car started going into the median of the interstate... It was the section of the median where it was a dip, a hill. I don't know exactly what happened since as soon as we started to go off the road, I grip the edge of the seat and I closed my eyes. I didn't open my eyes back up until a minute after the car stopped. My vision was blurry for a minute, and I found it hard to breath some. But soon, I saw that the windshield was cracked bad and there was red on it. I instantly started calling for momma and she said she was fine, that it was just her drink. My sister was beside me, but I couldn't look at her for a minute. The guy that was driving (my moms now ex) was pinned to his seat by the steering wheel. He broke it off and climbed through the window and limped up the hill to get help. Everything is fuzzy, but I still remember a sharp pain I felt in my side. I had a cut on my left shoulder, but it wasn't too deep. But I wasn't to move any to know what the pain in my side was. The guy was able to get a few people to help us, including a nurse who was off duty and saw the wreck. When the medics arrived (i think it was 2 or 3 ambulances i don't remember), they checked the driver and my mom before asking me and my sister if we were okay since we were in the back seat. They got my mom out of the car (which was actually an explorer) and then they got my sister out. I was the last one to get out since I was in the back driver seat. I was terrified and I was hurt. When they finally got me out and up the hill, I was in shock. I learned later that momma was the worst one off with a broken clavicle, either broken or cracked ribs (don't remember which one) and bad whiplash. My sister only came out with scraps and bruises and I was glad for that. I, however, had a cut on my shoulder and a rather large gash in my left side from the seat belt. My mom told me that the doctor said I was lucky to be alive. The seat-belt only came 4 mm from cutting into one of my main arteries. I could have died that day. If I had even moved wrong, I would have died. But I'm still here. I'm now paranoid of sitting in the back driver seat now because of it. I have scars where those cuts were now. But people say that behind every tragedy or disaster, a miracle is born. My mother feels that that car wreck, as bad as it was, was a good thing for us. Because when they gave me an X-ray at the hospital, they found that my spine was curved. I had scoliosis and we never even knew. If not for that accident, we may have never known about it. This particular point in my lift showed me that no matter how bad a situation is, it happened for a reason. Whether that reason is to find something that could kill you, or even just to teach you something about yourself. Everything happens for a reason. So no matter how bad something seems, don't just give up on everything. Because you never know how good things may get afterwards.