The car was headed in the opposite direction when they lost control of the vehicle, crossed into the lane where we were traveling plunged into the ravine but managed to continue forward at an accelerated speed to knock out a live power line, hit one tree only to finally stop because of yet another old rotting tree serving as blockade.
There wasn’t time to get an understanding of what caused the accident, people were in a car that was badly gnarled.
The smoke from the car was getting more dense and darker.
The men in the first and second car ahead of our cars leapt into action without a seconds thought. They assisted the passenger, saved by his deployed airbag, out from the mangled car and pulled the fatally injured woman from the back seat of the car. The woman seemed to be lodged between the first and back seat of the car…but with persistence the lumbering blonde haired man was able to free her while the stout laborer worked on freeing the driver. The driver side door was sealed. The impact from hitting the first tree had rendered the door inoperable.
I called 911 and gave the particulars. Just then the car burst into flames.
Mom had been driving my vehicle until the accident occurred. As soon as I saw smoke I took over the wheel, expelling my own mother with haste. Instructions for her to get far away were heeded as I moved my vehicle out of the potential explosion path. The driver left inside of the wreck was beginning to burn. There wasn’t a scream and there weren’t any loud noises during this entire episode. It was eerie.
After our vehicle was in safe range, I parked the car and quickly tried to find my mother. She was nowhere to be found. My heart began to race. We were travelers in a strange Southern community. The rural area evoked images of Pumpkinhead movies, seen as a teen. Just then she burst from the door of one of the houses along the road. I threw up my hands in relief that she wasn’t chopped up into little pieces. Also emerging was an elderly Caucasian woman, who would surely have attended a negro bar b que or two in her day. I was even more grateful.
But she was kind and not in anyway what I had conceived. Even after her front porch became crowded with 10 of us. She was just wholly..sweet. The ten people that came over had been traveling on the same road and came to see if I was alright, having just seen me walking up and down the street calling for my mother right after this accident. By all reckoning my mother was also involved the accident. There was free solace available by these warm strangers if needed.
There were angels all around us all day that day. Before the accident occurred I had been in the backseat quietly reading Ephesians in the Bible. Approximately 5 miles before the accident I was moved to pick up the great book and read the verses. It is believed with every fiber of my being that it covered us as we were approaching devastation .
It was beautiful to witness how true Southerners react to calamity. In that moment color was a non-factor . All that mattered was saving the lives that were inside of the vehicle.
The preservation of life required teamwork. In any and every team there will be different types of people.
At that moment nothing mattered except for saving lives. In those short glimpses of time I was proud to say I was born from this fabric.
Every witness came together to ensure that the other prayed and processed what we had just witnessed . Human solidarity came to insure mental stability was intact by way of spiritual assertion. We prayed for those lost and proceeded to our destination.
It was tense the rest of the way.
On the way home there was no evidence that anything tragic had occurred. The cinged rotting tree and a barely there skid mark made in the grass was all that remained at the scene.