Mauloof Ahmed
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Umm... yeah...
About 30 minutes ago, I was in a ditch along side the highway, prying a door open so my little sister could crawl out of her truck. She was on her way to her first day of school. The truck rolled about 1 1/2 times, and came to rest on the drivers side, up against a tree. She was in the bottom of a gulley, and called my mom by cell phone. She was unharmed, and was standing in the truck, looking out the passenger door, watching traffic drive by. Mom tried calling me at home, but I was using the internet trying to get myself to sleep.
The doorbell rang, I figured it was a package. It rang again... that means someone needed to talk to me, so I'm pulling on jeans and a t-shirt as I open the front door. There stands our neighbor, who usually works construction, but got rained out. So he tells me that mom called him to ask if he could go check on Alyssa. She had run into a ditch, and was ok, but didn't think that a truck could pull her out. OK, sure, lemme pull on my boots, and out the door I'll go.
I call mom on her cell...
No answer.
I hang up.
Phone rings.
It's mom.
She says that Alyssa's in a ditch she's alright, so I need to go check on her. Fine and dandy. Then she says that I'll need to take something to break a window cause she can't get out. I hung up and bolted out the door.
The neighbor told me about where she had wrecked, so I was driving like a mad man. I musta been hittin 80 on a gravel road barely wide enough for my truck... It's the backway to town. Once I got to the highway I made a wrong turn, not that I knew where I was going anyways. By the time I figure that I've gone the wrong way and turn around, my neighbor had gotten to the highway. We conversed, and he heads up the hill. I turn around and follow.
I'm driving up the road, and see tracks in the grass on the right side of the road near a deep ravine/washout, where a culvert goes underneath the road. My stomach tightenes and I try to look out my passenger window to seen down into it, but can't. So I glance off to my left, and see my sister's truck sitting up next to a tree all mangled. So I click on the flashers and run across the road. She's in there, with her head peeking out of a window, talking to mom on the cell phone. I yell for her to call 911... something that they hadn't done yet. I see that the door is jammed, the front passenger quarter panel pushed back and wasn't allowing the door to open properly. So I run to get my the hammer. I get back to the truck, and she tells me that the door will open, so I stand on the passenger door frame and pull the door open. She pulls herself out, she's unharmed, but shaken, and all I can do is hold her. People have since then started to stop, (I left my truck in the right lane with flashers on.) They were asking all sorts of questions, none of which I really cared about. Then our other neighbors, who also happen to be our bus drivers are coming home from morning bus route, and they stop. Some dude had already gotten my sister off of the truck and was holding her like a toddler. By now, about 4 or 5 vehicles have stopped, and were helping to make sure everyone was alright.
Then a cop got on scene, my dad came, and we got all of my sister's school stuff out of the truck by breaking the windshield enough to get to it, since it had all fallen to the drivers side door, that was on the ground...
She's completely fine, shaken, but fine. I don't know if she's going to school, or coming home or what.
About 30 minutes ago, I was in a ditch along side the highway, prying a door open so my little sister could crawl out of her truck. She was on her way to her first day of school. The truck rolled about 1 1/2 times, and came to rest on the drivers side, up against a tree. She was in the bottom of a gulley, and called my mom by cell phone. She was unharmed, and was standing in the truck, looking out the passenger door, watching traffic drive by. Mom tried calling me at home, but I was using the internet trying to get myself to sleep.
The doorbell rang, I figured it was a package. It rang again... that means someone needed to talk to me, so I'm pulling on jeans and a t-shirt as I open the front door. There stands our neighbor, who usually works construction, but got rained out. So he tells me that mom called him to ask if he could go check on Alyssa. She had run into a ditch, and was ok, but didn't think that a truck could pull her out. OK, sure, lemme pull on my boots, and out the door I'll go.
I call mom on her cell...
No answer.
I hang up.
Phone rings.
It's mom.
She says that Alyssa's in a ditch she's alright, so I need to go check on her. Fine and dandy. Then she says that I'll need to take something to break a window cause she can't get out. I hung up and bolted out the door.
The neighbor told me about where she had wrecked, so I was driving like a mad man. I musta been hittin 80 on a gravel road barely wide enough for my truck... It's the backway to town. Once I got to the highway I made a wrong turn, not that I knew where I was going anyways. By the time I figure that I've gone the wrong way and turn around, my neighbor had gotten to the highway. We conversed, and he heads up the hill. I turn around and follow.
I'm driving up the road, and see tracks in the grass on the right side of the road near a deep ravine/washout, where a culvert goes underneath the road. My stomach tightenes and I try to look out my passenger window to seen down into it, but can't. So I glance off to my left, and see my sister's truck sitting up next to a tree all mangled. So I click on the flashers and run across the road. She's in there, with her head peeking out of a window, talking to mom on the cell phone. I yell for her to call 911... something that they hadn't done yet. I see that the door is jammed, the front passenger quarter panel pushed back and wasn't allowing the door to open properly. So I run to get my the hammer. I get back to the truck, and she tells me that the door will open, so I stand on the passenger door frame and pull the door open. She pulls herself out, she's unharmed, but shaken, and all I can do is hold her. People have since then started to stop, (I left my truck in the right lane with flashers on.) They were asking all sorts of questions, none of which I really cared about. Then our other neighbors, who also happen to be our bus drivers are coming home from morning bus route, and they stop. Some dude had already gotten my sister off of the truck and was holding her like a toddler. By now, about 4 or 5 vehicles have stopped, and were helping to make sure everyone was alright.
Then a cop got on scene, my dad came, and we got all of my sister's school stuff out of the truck by breaking the windshield enough to get to it, since it had all fallen to the drivers side door, that was on the ground...
She's completely fine, shaken, but fine. I don't know if she's going to school, or coming home or what.
