The “What if” list is endless, but the endings are all the same. I would’ve died.
Terrified.
He was honking and yelling. He was pointing at my car.
Normally I would ignore someone like that, my gut said otherwise.
“You’re on Fire! You’re on Fire! You’re on Fire!”
Oh my God, help me.
I couldn’t breathe. I pulled over. Put the car in park. I grabbed my cell phone. I grabbed my purse. I turned the car off. I don’t even remember opening the door. I ran.
I ran as fast as I could. I couldn’t see anything. I don’t remember it.
I got to the barrier and climbed over it. Placed my bag near a bush and started to stumble onto the ground. I couldn’t hear anything. I couldn’t see anything else.
I turned around and there it was.
I called 911.
That man had parked and was also on the phone with 911, he was walking towards me. I literally can still see his face, his eyes. He was literally an Angel. He made sure I was okay. He stayed with me. He helped me focus. I was so out of it.
What just happened?
The Fire Department and the CHP officer arrived. They started to put the fire out and I just watched. Was this seriously happening?
Scared. So unbelievably scared. I couldn’t think at all.
“Was anyone else in the car with you? Ma’am?”
“What…No, no. Just me.”
What if I had others with me in the car, my animals, my husband, my niece, I just couldn’t even imagine.
I was shaking, still.
They extinguished the fire before it covered the trunk completely. They started to pull my things out from the trunk – everything that was inside of the car was ash now. Once they finished I walked over to my belongings to see if anything was salvageable.
Seeing all of it covered in layers of just BLACK ash, I cried. I was able to grab a few of those sentimental items, but not all. The memories attached with everything is what saddened me the most, I think. I put the black gloves on and grabbed a few things and started to put them into a bio-hazard trash bag.
Looking at it all once the fire was out hit me really hard. Everything was gone. But, my life could have been gone. Wow. God literally had his hands over everything. I normally never wear shoes when I drive, I was wearing shoes that morning. I never listen to random people honking at me (No, it doesn’t happen too often) but I listened that day. I never drive in the slow lane, I was in the slow lane.
My brain obviously wasn’t working because I didn’t even call my family. I called my boss to let him know I would be late. HAHA. WHAT. My coworker picked me up and took me to work.
I guess I just needed to feel some normalcy, some routine because there was NO WAY that that all just happened.
It’s okay, I am okay.
My sister picked me up and took me out to lunch and then life went on, basically.
I’m waiting. I’m waiting for God to help me with the PTSD. I’m waiting for the nightmares to stop. I’m waiting for someone to wake me up – there is no way this really happened & I made it out alive.
Being in a car is absolutely terrifying to me now. I’m constantly freaking out. Grabbing my purse and making sure I know where everything is. Sniffing around for the smell of gas. Looking around at the other cars to make sure they aren’t trying to tell me something. Making an escape plan.
I’m eating dinner and it’s on replay in my head. Things are coming back to me & I drop my fork and grab my head. Bursting into tears, shaking uncontrollably. I’m terrified, again.
I remind myself OVER AND OVER again, I am safe. I am okay.
I’m alive & well. For the most part. I’m thankful to be alive. Looking back, every little thing, God had his hand on. It doesn’t make any sense otherwise.
I’m here for a reason. My purpose is HUGE & yours is too. Life is short. You never know what’s going to happen. Enjoy the little things. Live in the moment. Check on your loved ones. Smile at strangers. Compliment your cashiers. Love and love LOUD.
I am so blessed with my friends & family that have been so helpful throughout this past month. [It’s already been 1 month. WOW.] Everyone that reached out to me, prayed for & with me, loved on me, donated items, sent me gifts, etc. You all have helped me so much more than you’ll ever know. My sanity is a little better thanks to you.
A few days ago, I finally drove on the 15-N for the first time since the fire. I was afraid to drive past that spot where my car burned down. BUT, I DID IT! I still get paranoid here and there, but I am doing MUCH better than I was. Thank you, again.