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It was the end of May 1988. My youngest son was only ten months old. His father
had driven me over the edge with mental and physical abuse while I was pregnant.
We separated before he was born, but the abuse from him never stopped. I had
gone to get child support, and on the day he received his papers he came by to
degrade me once more. Well, I had enough of him by then. I was at such a low
point I didn't want to live anymore. So I paced my porch and planned my exit from
this world. I went into the house, made my son's their favorite dinner, watched a
movie with them as we snuggled on the couch, and then bathed the baby and put
him to bed. My oldest son was twelve at the time, and very responsible, so I left him
in charge and told him I was going out for a while. I went to a local bar and began to
drink shots and beer. I didn't want to feel it as my car slammed into the stone wall I
had planned on hitting. The bar closed and I wasn't quite ready to do this, so I went
to the club for a few more. It was raining and I was very drunk. So drunk in fact, that I
had to cock my head and close one eye to see where I was going. I was going
about 90 mph, when I came to the wall (that's as fast as my little Hornet would go).
Right before I hit the wall, I saw all three of my boys sitting on the hood of my car
looking in at me. They had a look on their faces as if to be asking, "Why?" I
whipped the wheel and hit the wall broadside. There was a huge stone block on the
ground, and I somehow ended up on top of it with all four tires off the ground.
A tractor trailer driver had stopped when he witnessed the accident. I told him I was
alright, and that I had to go because I had three beautiful boys at home that needed
their momma. He had told me I wasn't going anywhere because of sitting on the
block; but I told him to, "Stand back...I had to go." Now I have to tell you, I left the
club at 3:30am. The accident was three minutes from the club. I was at the scene
about two or three minutes only. So, I got back into the car, started it up and revved
the engine. While revving it, I threw it into reverse. Something clanged under the car
and I slipped off the block. I went back onto the highway, and then took off. I had to
make four 90 degree turns to get to my house. I parked the car behind my house
and went inside. I looked at the clock and it read 4:50am. Now after hitting that wall,
I was pretty well sober. Somehow I lost an hour. My body hurt terribly and I thought
maybe I should have gone to the hospital, but knew that was not an option because
of what just happened and why. So I lay down on the couch, and awoke at 10:00am.
I thought to myself, how stupid I am, to let someone bring me so far down. I went out
to check the damage on my car. I knew it was bad, but you wouldn't believe it. My
wheel well was embedded into the tread of my tire, my hood was smashed, the
radiator was pushed in so far that the fan cut the battery cable, and the battery itself
had a hole in it. There was no way I could have started that car. And no way for me
to steer it to make the 90 degree turns. I knew then that angels carried me home. I
gained strength to fight back that morning, and have never let anyone or anything get
to me like that ever since. But I'd sure like to know what happened in that missing
hour. I hurt pretty bad, and had bad bruises on my ribs from hitting the door so hard,
but I was alright. No cuts or broken bones. I had been living in a world of hell, and
was rescued by heaven's angels.
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