The road is long.
The further we go the worst it gets.
There is a solid sheet of ice on the road now.
Can we make it?
We were going slow but there were maniacs streaking passed.
Grandma in second gear trying not to kill us.
She'd had three accidents the whole trip, most were earlier that day.
Then suddenly the world is in motion and just as sudden it stopped.
The Uhal truck was face on coming lights of cars coming over the hill and the Uhal trailer, with grammys car on it, down in the ditch.
We were making the capital letter L at the beginning.
A car had slid on the ice and hit a pole in the ditch ahead of us, shortly after we'd called on the walkies to mum and dad that we'd fish tailed and we needed help.
Then another car handling the ice as though it weren't there.
They came to see if we all were ok.
Grammy's nerves had to be shot she wasn't thinking right nor was the rest of us in the Uhal she told us to get out before we got hit.
When we did i went to the trailer to check on the dogs contained inside the car on it.
Thats when Grammy cried "RUN".
I turned around and all I saw was light.
I was bathed in light and I couldn't move even if I'd tried.
Next minute I'm in agony screaming to The Lord Jesus for help.
My legs were the only things that hurt.
I couldn't move my left foot.
Then there was the screams...