Friday, February 02, 2007
I'm not much of a TV person. Unless it's Thursday night at 9pm. The house goes into lock down mode from 9pm to 10pm. Lights are turned out, phones are not answered, if the place caught on fire I wouldn't budge an inch unless it made it to the living room and I'd be very pissed about that because I don't have a portable TV. ER is on. Leave me alone.
But this morning I woke up and for some reason turned on the TV. The local news was running. We had a visual from a helicopter. The voice over was "Life Flight is en route". About a mile from my home a train had hit the back of an 18-wheeler. The trailer was turned on its side but the cab was still upright. The train hadn't derailed. So I'm thinking, "Why Life Flight?". Then the helicopter moved to the other side of the trailer that was turned over. And we could see a black vehicle that was crushed under the trailer. One of the doors had been torn open and an EMT or paramedic was crouched in the side of the passenger seat. Which meant a person was in the driver side, under that turned over trailer. I'm guessing still alive since the helicopter was on its way, and since the rescuer seemed to be talking to someone in the vehicle.
The voice over then said something about the occupant of the SUV. SUV??? How could that be an SUV? It looked so small there under that trailer. It was obviously pretty crushed. I said a little prayer for the person in the SUV. My mind of course placed my Miata under that truck. Had that been me, the helicopter visual wouldn't have shown my little car under the trailer because it would be flat. The helicopter wouldn't be on its way. This is something I visualize almost every day when I have to go out and drive. I am terrified of those huge trucks. They're so big. I'm so small.
Then I remind myself that I've already been taken out of a Miata that, from looking at it, one would never think a helicopter would be needed. I remember that there was nothing left of the front of the car, but that the passenger compartment was fully intact. Even with a pick-up truck turned over on top of it.
This is why I seldom turn on the TV. This isn't what I want in my head this morning. I'm going to take a long, burning hot shower now and think about bunnies and fields of daisies, drops of dew hanging from my rose bushes, how clean babies smell, and the crisp perfection of dawn in the Hill Country. Yeah, riiiiight.
But this morning I woke up and for some reason turned on the TV. The local news was running. We had a visual from a helicopter. The voice over was "Life Flight is en route". About a mile from my home a train had hit the back of an 18-wheeler. The trailer was turned on its side but the cab was still upright. The train hadn't derailed. So I'm thinking, "Why Life Flight?". Then the helicopter moved to the other side of the trailer that was turned over. And we could see a black vehicle that was crushed under the trailer. One of the doors had been torn open and an EMT or paramedic was crouched in the side of the passenger seat. Which meant a person was in the driver side, under that turned over trailer. I'm guessing still alive since the helicopter was on its way, and since the rescuer seemed to be talking to someone in the vehicle.
The voice over then said something about the occupant of the SUV. SUV??? How could that be an SUV? It looked so small there under that trailer. It was obviously pretty crushed. I said a little prayer for the person in the SUV. My mind of course placed my Miata under that truck. Had that been me, the helicopter visual wouldn't have shown my little car under the trailer because it would be flat. The helicopter wouldn't be on its way. This is something I visualize almost every day when I have to go out and drive. I am terrified of those huge trucks. They're so big. I'm so small.
Then I remind myself that I've already been taken out of a Miata that, from looking at it, one would never think a helicopter would be needed. I remember that there was nothing left of the front of the car, but that the passenger compartment was fully intact. Even with a pick-up truck turned over on top of it.
This is why I seldom turn on the TV. This isn't what I want in my head this morning. I'm going to take a long, burning hot shower now and think about bunnies and fields of daisies, drops of dew hanging from my rose bushes, how clean babies smell, and the crisp perfection of dawn in the Hill Country. Yeah, riiiiight.
# posted by Carol : 9:00 AM
