One Fatal Day

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It had been a very long night at work. All I wanted to do was grab a sandwich before heading home to finish my mid-term paper. However, I didn’t get a sandwich that night nor did I finish my paper. In fact, I would never finish that paper.
I was heading down a major cross-town intersection when I saw a brief flash of red on my right periphery. The noise was deadening as my car was hit violently on the passenger-side door, spinning me across the median and into oncoming traffic. My car was hit at high impact four more times before my little Nova came to a halt in the middle of the intersection.
I remember screaming at my girlfriend “Are you ok?” and feeling the wash of relief when she confirmed she was. All I remember after that was looking down and seeing my own blood.
I was only 18 when the accident happened. A teen from a local small town had made the fateful decision to get high that night and climb behind the wheel of a vehicle. The driver ran the red light at the intersection plowing into my car directly on the passenger side and pushing me into oncoming traffic.
I woke up in the hospital, grateful to be alive, but pretty torn up. My girlfriend and I had been extracted from the vehicle with the “jaws of life” and we had been rushed to the emergency room. I was terrified! I had never had so much as a ticket and not my car was totaled. I had no idea what to do.
Luckily, my girlfriend’s dad called the Modesto Personal Injury Attorney who came and visited me in the hospital to help sort through the next steps in the process. My girlfriend suffered a broken wrist. I had a broken ankle, extreme bruising on my chest, a side flank laceration and a serious neck injury. The lawyer was my guardian angel. She helped me through the paperwork and reassured me that everything was going to be OK.
I had to drop out of college that semester, but with the excellent medical care I was able to get from the insurance company, I was able to return to school the following semester. My girlfriend was off work for two weeks and it took me 7 weeks to return to work.
My lawyer not only helped me fight for my rights but also provided guidance, support, and a friendly ear. I could not be more grateful for that phone call.