I've seen a meme on several blogs called "All About Me in 30 Days!" I really enjoy reading the responses to the 30 questions and getting to know the bloggers through their answers. I thought it would be fun to join in and do this meme myself, so I started a blog post and got totally caught up on the first question..."What is my favorite song?" I love so many songs but picking just one song was going to be kind of tough. I sat back and started thinking about my fav's and what made them my favorites, then it hit me. There is one song that has the power to make me cry, or at least tear up every single time I hear it. So instead of answering 30 questions, some of which really have nothing to do with me, I decided to just answer the first question in a post all by itself. As I get more time I will work my way through the other 29 questions in future posts, but here is question #1.
Jesus, Take the Wheel, by Carrie Underwood.
Why...because the first time I heard this song I was driving and began to cry so much that I had to pull over. It made me reflect back about 6 years earlier to the night that my daughter and I was in a pretty serious car accident.
Let me tell you about the accident...It happened in September of 2000. I was driving in the mountains of Southeast Arizona on a very dark night. It had just begun to rain so I was only going 55 mph instead of the marked 65. My only passenger was my teen-aged daughter, Whitney, sitting in the front passenger seat beside me. I swerved slightly, to avoid hitting a wolf that was standing in the middle of the road staring at me, but not moving. The car went out of control, and felt like it was spinning left, then right, then left... but I could not see anything because it was so dark. I tried to get control of the car but each slight move I made of the steering wheel felt as if it was throwing the car in the opposite direction. I knew that I needed to get control of the vehicle because to the left of this two lane road was a drop-off into a canyon and to the right was a rock mountain that went straight up into the air. After what seemed like several minutes, but I am sure were mere seconds, I knew that I was not going to be able to get control of the car. I remember saying out load, "I can't get this car under control, I don't even know which direction I am going...Oh Jesus, please just don't let Whitney get hurt." Then I let go of the wheel.
Let me tell you about the accident...It happened in September of 2000. I was driving in the mountains of Southeast Arizona on a very dark night. It had just begun to rain so I was only going 55 mph instead of the marked 65. My only passenger was my teen-aged daughter, Whitney, sitting in the front passenger seat beside me. I swerved slightly, to avoid hitting a wolf that was standing in the middle of the road staring at me, but not moving. The car went out of control, and felt like it was spinning left, then right, then left... but I could not see anything because it was so dark. I tried to get control of the car but each slight move I made of the steering wheel felt as if it was throwing the car in the opposite direction. I knew that I needed to get control of the vehicle because to the left of this two lane road was a drop-off into a canyon and to the right was a rock mountain that went straight up into the air. After what seemed like several minutes, but I am sure were mere seconds, I knew that I was not going to be able to get control of the car. I remember saying out load, "I can't get this car under control, I don't even know which direction I am going...Oh Jesus, please just don't let Whitney get hurt." Then I let go of the wheel.
The next thing I remember was my daughter standing in the driver-side doorway, saying, "Mom, you have to wake up, can you get out? Mom are you okay?" She was pulling on my arm, trying to get me out of my seat. I was not okay. I could not even hold my head up, or stay conscious for more than a few seconds, much less get out of the car. We were in the middle of nowhere and it was a pitch black night and there were no street lights out this far in the mountains. I remember asking her if she was okay. She said yes. She said she could not see well in her glasses though. I did not have my glasses on, so every thing was a blur to me. (as it turned out, my glasses where thrown into her lap, and her glasses where thrown out the window so she accidentally put on my glasses and that is why she couldn't see well, lol.) We did not have a cell phone at that time, so we were stranded until someone drove by.
Moments later we saw the lights of a car approaching. Whitney walked out into the road to flag them down. They stopped and I remember hearing them telling her to get out of the road. The driver of that vehicle just happened to be an ER doctor, and the front passenger was an ER Nurse. What are the odds of that? While they checked my vitals and stabilized me, the third person in their vehicle called 911 from his cell phone and comforted my daughter until the ambulance arrived. Not one other car passed while we waited the 15 minutes or so for the ambulance to arrive.
I was taken to the hospital where they discovered I had a concussion. I remember the ambulance lady talking to the hospital on the radio and saying that the patient may have a head injury because she keeps asking the same questions over and over and losing consciousness. They also discovered that I had a pretty severe neck and back injuries (whiplash), at least one broken rib (from impact with the arm rest), a sprained ankle, burns on my face from the air bags, bruises on my chest from the seat belt, a huge eggplant colored (and sized) bruise on my right butt cheek (from a water bottle that had somehow gotten behind me and was crushed from top to bottom against my body) and I had extremely sore muscles throughout my body that would spasm every few moments and send me into extreme pain to the point that I could not breath. The pain and spasms lasted like that for weeks after.
My daughter was also examined at the hospital. She had some light burns on her nose and cheek from the airbag, some bruising on her chest from the seat belt, and nothing else. It was hard to believe we were in the same vehicle. The car was totally crushed on every side except the passenger side. According to the police report, the car took the first impact on the drivers side at 55 mph against that rock mountain I mentioned. Then the vehicle bounced away, spun around then the front of the car impacted again with the rock mountain, then bounced away again, spun past the passenger side (where my daughter was sitting) and hit again on the rear of the vehicle, then bounced away one more time, spinning again until we now faced the same direction we were originally driving in and slid sideways towards the rock mountain again but stopped about six feet before the passenger side would have impacted the rock mountain yet again.
After about 4 months I had recovered all I was going to be allowed to because my savings had run out and I had no health insurance (I was a hard-working single mama), so I went back to work waiting tables. I did not fully recover for about 7 or 8 months after the accident, and still to this day I have issues with pain in my neck and shoulders if I do anything that requires I hold my arms above my head for any length of time.
One day about six years after the accident, I was on my way home from work and I heard that song, "Jesus, take the wheel" for the first time. It took me back to the day of the accident and all of those emotions welled up inside of me. I had to pull over because I began to cry so much I could not see the road. Still to this day, I tear up every time I hear it. It makes me so thankful that on that day we did not go down in the canyon; that my daughter was not injured; and that we had ER trained medical staff driving by us moments after I was so severely injured to the point I could not even move.
Listen to the song on YouTube...
Do you have a favorite song, that moves you this much?
One day about six years after the accident, I was on my way home from work and I heard that song, "Jesus, take the wheel" for the first time. It took me back to the day of the accident and all of those emotions welled up inside of me. I had to pull over because I began to cry so much I could not see the road. Still to this day, I tear up every time I hear it. It makes me so thankful that on that day we did not go down in the canyon; that my daughter was not injured; and that we had ER trained medical staff driving by us moments after I was so severely injured to the point I could not even move.
Listen to the song on YouTube...
Do you have a favorite song, that moves you this much?






























