Rollover

Last Tuesday, Dan was test driving a new F150 extended cab and we drove it from his place to mine. Then on the way back, he suggested I try it out. We left my place and got two miles out of town when I turned around to check on Brady and Dan yelled my name. I looked ahead and saw I went onto the shoulder of the highway. I jerked the wheel back and hit black ice, next thing I knew, I lost total control of the truck, it fishtailed and then straight to the other side of the highway towards the ditch. We rolled 3 times before we stopped on the side of the truck. All the windows were blown out, we were half under a snowbank and covered in snow. Dan asked if I was ok, I was, Brady was crying like crazy, so Dan climbed into the back and got him. The only way out of the truck was the back window, which he crawled out carrying Braydon. People had pulled over to help us and a man came down and helped me out and up to his van where Dan was waiting with Brady trying to comfort him.

Some very nice people drove us to the nearest hospital and we all got checked out. Thank God, no one was really hurt. Brady was discharged right away. Dan and I were admitted. I went into shock and Dan had to wear a neck brace. We ended up being just banged up and bruised. Of course, I have a bad case of the guilts, where I could have killed us all. I am so thankful we ended up walking away. The RCMP came to the hospital to get a statement and were surprised there were any survivors and that we were basically ok.

The truck is totalled. This is my first accident where I'm at fault. The guilt weighs heavily.