Not as bad as Pearl Harbor

The GPS took us directly to the Spanish consulate, parked at one of the many available meters. We walked into the consulate and walked back out within fifteen minutes.  After everything going so smoothly at the consulate I thought I would have nothing to blog about. This, however, is not the case. After driving me and my roommate around the city buying us Starbucks and matching mugs and having dinner together my mom took us back to Richmond to get my car so we could head back to school. All in all the day was perfect, especially because I crushed Katy in our favorite car game! Two miles from the Farmville exit we were in a car accident. Neither one of us remembers how it happened. Both of our mom's think a deer hit us from behind and the insurance adjuster thinks it was a truck. I just remember rolling and there was a lot of dirt. Later I remembered asking Katy if she was okay and she said she couldn't move her arm. For the rest of the night I just have 5 second snap shot memories like being on the phone in a cop car, being on a stretcher, in an ambulance, getting my finger pricked, getting a cat scan, and talking about Pearl Harbor (This happened on Dec. 7th) Katy left the hospital with her arm in a sling but no broken bones and I had a minor concussion.

Nothing had really set in that this was reality until my mom took  me and Katy to see my car at an auto shop in Farmville around 10:30 that night. The car is completely totaled. Seeing the car left me truly thankful to be alive and be able to talk to my roommate again. Surviving and living to tell about it is a complete blessing. What we found in the car was just icing on the cake:

 

One day a squirrel went out looking for acorns and he found a friend!

These are the matching Starbucks cups my mom bought us. I don't know what the survival of these mugs should symbolize but I know that I will keep my mug forever! They were just sitting in the backseat of my gymnast of a car, not a scratch or a chip was to be found on either one. I think Katy and I have more proof of the accident on our bodies than these porcelain cups do.

I remember sitting in the waiting room after a cat scan thinking that the distance from Farmville to Colorado, to Georgia, and to South Carolina had never seemed further. This picture was the last thing I took out of my room in Portsmouth on moving day and has been riding in my visor above me ever since the day I pulled out of my driveway. All I wanted that night was to be with my brother and sisters. At some point after getting out of the car I remembered that BJ and Tracy aren't coming for Christmas and I was even more devastated then, than when I saw the suspension of my car poking out of the framework. I was afraid and in shock and I just wanted my brother and sister to be there with me. Thankfully, they were with me. I felt their prayers and this picture left completely intact in my backseat is proof.

Now my dad is here with me. I have an incredible dad, he drove all the way up from Tifton, Georgia for me. This shouldn't surprise me though, once, he drove the same distance just to see my senior swim meet. This time, I couldn't think of a better or more necessary time for him to show up. Even just listening to me vent about life tonight was enough. Tomorrow he'll hold my hand through one of my tougher days ending one heck of a semester. Tonight is my last night ever sleeping in the Cunninghams. Surprisingly, I'm actually a little bit sad about this.

Who knows why accidents happen but for now I will count my blessings. Thanks to anyone who sent me a text or a wall post or a note of love and encouragement. I am blessed more than I know what to do with!

Visa   ---   check

We're one step closer to Spain people!!