It was November 2013, it was a cold night and close to midnight. My sister, her friend and me were in Alexandria for a church event, we live 2 hours away, and my friend still had to drive home. We picked up some Taco Bell and headed back home. We were on the interstate, I had my baja blast freeze in my hand, and my friend said “Hey Kelsie can I switch lanes?” I looked back to see a bunch of head lights, before I even answered the question, my friend over corrected the car and she lost control of the car. The car went back and forth swerving about four times, until we spun half way into the median of the road, in that moment I didn’t think I was going to see another day, I screamed “Jesus” as we spun. I remember seeing dirt flying in …show more content…
It didn’t affect my sister like it affected me, she laughed about it. I had never gotten in a wreck and I was terrified. On the way back home, I started crying and thinking about what would’ve happened if I died, wondered what would’ve happened if the car rolled because I was not wearing a seatbelt. I didn’t know if I would’ve made it to heaven. My mom called and asked “Are you almost home?” all I did was calmly say yes and she immediately knew something was wrong and I was upset. She kept asking “Kelsie, what’s wrong? I know my children and when somethings wrong” I said “I’ll tell you when I get home.” We got off the phone and I still continued to cry, so my sister crawled to the backseat to try to comfort me, and as everyone does, told me everything was going to be okay. It didn’t help much, I was ready to get home and out of the