Accepting the Inconceivable

Accepting the inconceivable

Hearing today on the news, all over the country, about drunk drivers getting in accidents, or kids doing drugs and getting into auto accidents, killing themselves as a result, or people falling asleep and stumbling upon the same outcome, are always very sad to hear. However, nobody takes into account how real that stuff is, the whole "that's never going to happen to me" mindset, creates such a false sense of security that people still continue to choose to be impaired or drive to fatigued. I had never thought I would have experienced anything like that, just never thought it would happen to me. Until I got a much surprised reality check.

Me and my Friends geared up to go to Cedar Point one early morning, excited as could be. We just completely loaded up huge amounts of food and water. In presence of all this preparation we knew our journey ahead was going to be epic. We headed out and when we arrived, amongst our activities we had to lay low among security when we got there. After a victorious meal we all headed into Cedar Point overly impaired. This was going to be an amazing day I thought to myself.

Truly amazing and memorable was walking the park and riding the craziest rides with all my buddies as we giggled on the rides like little school girls on account of our previous activities. It was an awesome day to say the least, with the elephant ears and the multiple trips back to the car to "rinse and repeat". We had neared the end of our day, dragging our feet, and sun beaten bodies back to the car to depart. As we got into the car we had reached a level of comfortability that was never to be surpassed in the history that was our lives. We geared up and ate I little more for the road. And in doing so we were all way too sleepy, and previously impaired. So sleepiness and fatigue were extremely present.

On that ride home I will never forget the thoughts or the event that I would soon experience. I was riding with my friends Ziad and Ammar, whom of which were brothers, and our friend Ryan. Our friend Ryan had been drinking, we hadn't. However, we were too, just under different circumstances. Consequently he was gone, so knocked out sleeping that he would never wake. My buddy Ammar had been driving, Ziad was in the passenger seat, and me and Ryan were in the back. Driving in a two door Honda Accord we weren't to protected on the road should something happen.

In this I will never forget: I seemed to be nodding out. I was increasingly sleepy, as was everybody. I, siting in the back seat I had been allowing myself to sleep. Ryan being next to me Ammar, being the drivier, I trusted with my life. Because he could drive a car like no one I had ever seen. He owned a Honda Civic Hatchback at the time and then a Lexus, and had driven that A4 turbo ten second Honda with such mastery, that I knew I would never be that good