I had a car accident living my second year in the USA. It is one matter to watch accidents in a movie or news, but it’s absolutely another matter to go through it, especially being a newbie in the country.
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It happened last Thursday. I hit the road to Americus to visit my son Alex whom I had been missing so much lately. In two hours I got safely to the town, parked my car at the campus parking lot and found my son in his dorm room dozing after heavy lunch. No surprise: Thursday was the end of his working week. “Alex! – I called him. – Wake up! I have just two hours and then I have to go back home.” He sat in the bed and made an effort to listen to me with his half closed eyes, but he was dropping his head from time to time.
Time flew like an arrow… Though I wanted to stay with Alex as long as I could, I had to go home before twilights.
A beautiful sunny day suddenly turned into a stormy nightmare. Gray clouds were crawling in the sky and a light rain began dripping. A thunder was growling in the distance, and its pearls became louder and louder. Two long arrows of lightning shot across the sky, and I hurried to say good-bye to Alex. I kissed him on his flattened cheeks, hugged him, patted his back and rushed to my car.
I barely stepped out from the dorm door, as a real storm began with the rain pouring in torrents, and one lightning striking after other. Scared to be struck by lightning, I ran to my car. I jumped in the seat, caught my breath and slowly began driving out of the campus.
To say that it was raining cats and dogs meant to say nothing about that storm. Rivers of dirty water were running on the streets, and I could barely see a car in front of me through the wall of rain. Though I was crawling like a turtle, my car cut through big water like a cruiser. Carefully maneuvering along narrow streets of Americus downtown, I was heading out of the town.
I stopped at the red light on intersection trying to remember which way I should go. My cell phone rang and made me jump. Alex called to tell me that students had just been warned about a tornado approaching Americus. “Oh, just my luck!” I said and kept moving north at a low speed.
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