Many of you will remember that I crashed my family's Toyota two years ago. I still remember the accident and it sticks with me this day. It was raining hard and using my brakes I skidded into the car in front of me. I remember losing my senses a moment. Closing the eyes to a car intact and opening them to puffed out airbags, cake pieces everywhere and smoke, lots of smoke.
On January 3rd I had also witnessed an accident. My brother, a friend, and I were coming back to my dorm from seeing a film. Approaching an intersection, a taxi began to cross what I remember as slowly. Then, from the cross street, a car came and hit the driver's side door. The taxi moved a bit and within seconds the driver was out of the cab telling angrily the other driver of her mistake; she was going down the cross street the wrong way, it was one way, and she blew the equivalent of a stop sign.
Witnessing the accident, I remember it happening in both slow motion and yet too fast to be sure. The taxi appeared to be moving slowly through the intersection, taking his time. The other driver appeared to move so quickly that it almost looked as if the taxi driver had stopped in the intersection prior to the crash.
Shock stayed with us for a few minutes, waiting to see that both drivers could walk and settle out the dispute.
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