A Crashed Spirit

So, I feel the need to tell the virtual world about my day yesterday. It was, without a doubt, one of the worst days of my life.

I was housesitting for a friend, and I decided to leave and get myself some cold medicine. Driving down Granny White, the car in front of me slammed on its breaks. I slammed on my breaks, but didn't make it on time.

Everybody's okay, and the woman in the other car was really nice about it. At least I think she was. I couldn't stop crying, my nerves were shot so bad.

However. The hood of my car looks like an accordian.

I recogne that the car is running, the lights are working, and generally nothing seems to be wrong or smashed or leaking. I do a very quick glance over for cracks but it seems to be fine. So I start driving home, because at this point, my cell phone dies.

I forget about the hood of the car. Driving at 40 miles an hour on Charlotte, the hood of my car slams up and hits my windshield.

I was stuck halfway between where I was going and where I was coming from. I had no way to get ahold of anyone to help me. So, a woman has to do what she has to do. I dried my tears and tried to keep my hands from shaking. I slammed the hood down to the best of my ability, put my hazard lights on and drove the rest of the way at a steady speed of 15 miles an hour.

Long story short, when I finally got home I poured a hot bath and cried in the water for an hour.

And the moral of the story?

Always make sure your cell phone is charged before you leave the house.