I was bleeding, my neck and back were in intense pain, and no one knew how to get me out of the truck. I called my dad and he was able to help once he got there. Once I exited the truck my right leg was bleeding.
After some major convincing I was ambulanced to the hospital. There they only checked my one leg that was bleeding and my neck and back which ended up being fine, but no one took my pants off. When I got home that night and took my pants off and we noticed my left leg was extremely swollen. And I have broken my right leg three different times – I know a swollen leg usually means I broke something. The next day it was determined that I had broken my left femur in the accident and I would need surgery. Friday I was back in the ER and I was admitted. Being a weekend they were not sure when I would have surgery. I ended up having surgery the following Monday.
The truck was totaled. I had pestered my dad a million times on if they would fix it and he said no. He even called the body shop where it was towed to and they said if it had a bent frame it would be costly to fix it. I would do just about anything for them to fix my beloved Witten. I know at 14 years old that eventually, I would have to start looking for a new truck, but I was hoping that was a few years away at the very least, but like my dad and a lot of my friends have said – as sad as they are to see this happen to my truck – the truck did what it was supposed to do - it protected me.
I’m still sad about it and it makes me angry that he was on the road when he should not have been. On top of it he tried to claim injury the next day on MY insurance. Claimed I got a ticket and I did not. He got tickets for no insurance, suspended license, and failure to yield. It angers me. So many what-ifs go through my head about that day. And I can’t change it.
There were a lot of great memories in that truck. I am sad I will not get to take my dog bye-bye in it anymore. He loved riding in the truck. Family trips, friend trips, fishing trips. And I know I will have that in the next truck and the new technology will be faster and keep me out of the weather elements and I think it will also be able to fit in parking spots better. I will miss Witten. He was a great truck.
A new truck will cost anywhere
from $70,000 to $80,000. That is money I just do not have. Who does for a
vehicle? A modified vehicle is what I need to get to and from to work. It’s my
independence, it is my life. A friend said without a vehicle it handicaps me more
and he is right, it does. Any help you could give would be so greatly
appreciated.
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