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On Tuesday December 17, 2013, I was returning from my place of
employment at the U.S. Air Force Academy traveling east bound
on woodman road, while waiting in heavy traffic at the
intersection Lexington and woodman traffic light. I witness a rear
end auto Collision through the rear view mirror and side view
mirror of my vintage 1993 Cadillac Deville. At approximately 1515
hours I had become the victim of rear end Collison. After
observing a speeding car in my side view mirror , then realizing
this car was not going slow down, I began to brace myself for
impact by ensuring my seat belt was fastened and having a firm
grip on the steering wheel . I hear a loud boom clashing noise and
felt the jolting force of the impact. The result
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The emergency room
nurse was describing and showing me a picture of my accident.
In Everything Give Thanks
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The rear tires of my Cadillac was on the roof of the other car,
while the front end rested on the crown of the chrome bumper,
with all amazement no damage to my car’s front end , grill,
headlights not even a scratch on the paint, and my car did not
collide with the car that was in front . As I reflect on this, a
scripture comes to mind “the angel of the Lord encamps around
those who fear him, and he delivers them”. New living translation
psalm 34:7. The more I ponder this; it looked as if the angel
stopped my car and held it in place preventing it from tilting and
landing upside down. Though I did not escape unscathed, a mild
concussion, cervical strain, neck and back pain, PTSD and driving
anxiety worked out for my good. This resulted in being medically
unsuited for the Job qualifying me for a medical retirement. I
greatly enjoy doing my job as federal civilian employee, which is
Motor Vehicle Operator. I really enjoy driving over size vehicle,
such as 65 passengers Buses, Tractor trailers and more. I must
close the door on something I enjoy and open another new
On 05/14/2017 at approximately 0605 hours, I was notified by Sgt. Kelley of a traffic crash fatality that occurred on Bruce B. Downs Boulevard at the intersection of USF Pine Drive. I responded to the scene and upon arrival at approximately 0708 hours, I conducted a sworn interview with the Adrianne Ojeda, the driver of Vehicle 1. I was also assigned to forensically map the scene.
At Ten P.m on September 23, 2006, my mother Kelli Elizabeth Dicks was hit by a car on Route 146 southbound trying to cross the high speed lane. She was being picked up by a friend. Instead of taking the exit and coming to the other side of the highway, her ride suggested she run across the street. The impact of the car caused her to be thrown 87 feet away from the original impact zone and land in a grassy patch of land, her shoes stayed where she was hit. She was immediately rushed to Rhode Island Hospital where she was treated for serious injuries. When she arrived at the hospital she was rushed into the operating room for an emergency surgery. The amount of injuries she sustained were unbelievable. She broke 18 different bones, lacerated her liver and her spleen, ruptured her bladder, and she collapsed both lungs. When she went in for her emergency operation, and had her
On December 20, 2011 at approximately 12:17 p.m., Elina Burdin was driving her motor vehicle South on Grove Street overpass in Bridgewater, NJ. At this time, Ms. Burdin was going around a u-turn roundabout when she gradually slowed her vehicle down due to traffic in front of her. While slowing down almost to a stop Ms. Burdin’s vehicle was struck from behind by a motor vehicle owned and operated by defendant William M. Koszkulics at a high rate of speed. The force of this impact knocked Ms. Burdin’s vehicle forward jarring her body forwards and back.
In the month of October 2011, two of my friends were exiting Fort Carson, Colorado, and waited at a red light. The light turned to a green arrow and they proceeded to the intersection. The driver did not see a large dump truck travelling approximately 50 miles per hour toward them until it was too late. The dump truck failed to adhere to a red light and struck my friend’s truck. The truck spun around several times and stopped in the median.
The day started off like any average day, I took a hot shower, got dressed and got prepared for the day. It wasn’t until I sat down and started eating my bowl full of cheerios with extra sugar, that I realized what was actually happening. Today would be the day I finally bought my first car, after a year of hard work and conservative economic decisions.
Christians often view salvation as a heavenly resting place of love and comfort; in reality, however, salvation is a lifelong journey that bridges the gap between Heaven and Earth. Believers cross this spiritual bridge through faith coupled with good works. “Bridge,” a short story by Daniel O’Malley, features a young, boy who struggles to comprehend, and find, salvation. In the story, “Bridge,” various Biblical allusions express the motif of a path to salvation.
As my left foot lands in front of my right I pounder all of the things that the blame can be put on. My mind is racing from on thought to the next, but I am finally able to hone in on an idea. The light pole! That's it! There was nothing illuminating the black pavement on which I was driving on.
In Your righteousness deliver me. Incline Your ear to me, rescue me quickly; Be to me a rock of strength, A stronghold to save me. For You are my rock and my fortress; For Your name's sake You will lead me and guide me. So the Lord is our security in the moments that we have none.
Sticking my hands in warm bubbly soap water, I scrubbed at the wheels trying to get every last square inch of dirt off. I glanced over at my mom as she cleaned the car with a large brush. That day I turned fifteenth, and I felt a little disappointed because cleaning a car would not remain on my list of fun things to do. But then I suddenly remembered my parents telling me that when I turned fifteen, I could back the car out. Then an idea popped in my head, and I asked my mom to allow me to drive her car.
The car has traveled hundreds of thousands miles. Through the hot summer days and the icy cold nights. The car has been a home to my oldest daughter. The car has been a place where she grew up. The long drive across town on the day she was born was just the start.
It was three months after I got my Learner’s Permit. A beautiful sunny day, the birds sang in the morning, and people driving back and forth. To start this day new and fresh I put on my brand-new t-shirt I got from the Nike store along with a basketball short. As I’m getting dressed and ready to start my first in-car lesson, my dad is sitting in the car with his work suit, seatbelt fastened, and face straight like a dude who just got pulled over by a cop. I’ve often dreamed about driving ever since I was in my mom’s womb, two hands on the circular steering wheel, and one foot on the pedal, driving excitingly.
It was her first car. She couldn’t believe that her parents gave her a car. There were no car or insurance payments that needed to be made by Michelle. She grabbed the keys and flew out the door. Michelle took the route that she knew best to pick up her best friend since the first grade.
Today's Gospel reading shows us that the Lord is with us through times of trial… or when the storms of life get to be too much to handle. Whether He calms the storm as he did for the disciples, or asks us to let him walk through the storm with us, as Paul talks of in 2 Corinthians, or gives us the strength to fight against it, as He did for David while up against Goliath; he is always with us. He does not ignore the cry of the afflicted.
I lived with my father for my entire life, but due to his work I did not spend much time with him. My father worked at a different city; and thus he comes home only a few times a month. My father is a mechanic. He works at a company that is distant from our home. This was due to the company being the only one and the first where cars were being assembled in Ethiopia. Sometimes on the weekends I used to go to his work place. He would give me a trip of the place; the station was filled with vehicles, trucks, and motorcycles. It was separated by sections. In each section there were only one type of vehicle and the assembly process was shown step by step. From a fuse to large engine of the car, components were getting attached.