The Silent Assassin
06-25-2002, 06:17 PM
It will be 4 years this Christmas since I nearly died.
I was a sophmore at my high school, on the basketball team...coming back from just losing a championship tournament game. It was our first loss of the season.
We got on board the school bus, just as normal, and headed home.
I still remember it...I was talking to my friend John and Reed about Michael Jordan, if not having retired, would have lead the Bulls to 8 straight titles to tie the Celtics.
The bus jerked right. I fell out of my seat into the isle, and looked up. The bus began to veer left towards the median, our coach, who was driving, passed out, and our assistant coach leaping to get the wheel.
He swerved us back right, away from the median, but the bus couldn't handle the turn, and fish tailed.
I next felt the bus fling around...my window was about to crash into the ground...and I just remembered curling up and thinking "this is it".
It was pitch black when I was able to "think" again...though I didn't know if this was death...or what. I just remember their being pain...lots of it...I couldn't breath. I then realized I was suffocating, and tore away my jacket...it had wrapped around me during the accident.
I sat up...and felt a sharp pain in my right leg. It was bleeding, two of my teammates were on top, motionless...
I then looked foward, and saw my friend, John, starting to come to. He was moaning, and a light was flickering...showing something horrifying.
We were sitting on the side of the bus...the roof in front of me...covered in blood.
I saw my friend reach back, touch the back of his head, and pulled it back front...covered in blood.
I didn't know what to do...I just froze. This wasn't real...and if it was...why did it happen? Of everything that could have happened, this is the outcome that came.
I was pulled from the bus...into the rain. I saw some of my teammates already outside...and I looked at the bus. I just remember the bus...the ditch...the traffic backed up...and some lights...
I walked off a ways, and sat down...I didn't pray...I didn't feel like it. I still had some faith in God at that time...but I didn't want to talk to him...I didn't want to know why he choose this...I just wanted for myself to figure out why.
I remember being mad...I took it as if God wanted me dead...and I got even angrier.
It was then...that I didn't care what happened anymore...I just was going to do what I wished. I didn't care about problems...anything but...
I probably should have died that day...I don't know...after seeing the wreckage from outside...how anyone lived...ever since then...I've been distanced from people close to me...from showing much deep emotion.
Why do I bring this up...
I never really thought about what could have happened if it went the other way...
This is what it could have been... (http://www.dallasnews.com/localnews/stories/062502dnmetbusmain.30366.html)
As for any other details...don't ask, don't IM, don't PM. I don't talk about anything else beyond what I said to anyone.
I was a sophmore at my high school, on the basketball team...coming back from just losing a championship tournament game. It was our first loss of the season.
We got on board the school bus, just as normal, and headed home.
I still remember it...I was talking to my friend John and Reed about Michael Jordan, if not having retired, would have lead the Bulls to 8 straight titles to tie the Celtics.
The bus jerked right. I fell out of my seat into the isle, and looked up. The bus began to veer left towards the median, our coach, who was driving, passed out, and our assistant coach leaping to get the wheel.
He swerved us back right, away from the median, but the bus couldn't handle the turn, and fish tailed.
I next felt the bus fling around...my window was about to crash into the ground...and I just remembered curling up and thinking "this is it".
It was pitch black when I was able to "think" again...though I didn't know if this was death...or what. I just remember their being pain...lots of it...I couldn't breath. I then realized I was suffocating, and tore away my jacket...it had wrapped around me during the accident.
I sat up...and felt a sharp pain in my right leg. It was bleeding, two of my teammates were on top, motionless...
I then looked foward, and saw my friend, John, starting to come to. He was moaning, and a light was flickering...showing something horrifying.
We were sitting on the side of the bus...the roof in front of me...covered in blood.
I saw my friend reach back, touch the back of his head, and pulled it back front...covered in blood.
I didn't know what to do...I just froze. This wasn't real...and if it was...why did it happen? Of everything that could have happened, this is the outcome that came.
I was pulled from the bus...into the rain. I saw some of my teammates already outside...and I looked at the bus. I just remember the bus...the ditch...the traffic backed up...and some lights...
I walked off a ways, and sat down...I didn't pray...I didn't feel like it. I still had some faith in God at that time...but I didn't want to talk to him...I didn't want to know why he choose this...I just wanted for myself to figure out why.
I remember being mad...I took it as if God wanted me dead...and I got even angrier.
It was then...that I didn't care what happened anymore...I just was going to do what I wished. I didn't care about problems...anything but...
I probably should have died that day...I don't know...after seeing the wreckage from outside...how anyone lived...ever since then...I've been distanced from people close to me...from showing much deep emotion.
Why do I bring this up...
I never really thought about what could have happened if it went the other way...
This is what it could have been... (http://www.dallasnews.com/localnews/stories/062502dnmetbusmain.30366.html)
As for any other details...don't ask, don't IM, don't PM. I don't talk about anything else beyond what I said to anyone.