This past Saturday, I was involved in an extremely severe car accident, that, according to paramedics, should have killed me.

I was driving north on I-465, in the right lane, going 57 mph. A semi was on my left, and a merge lane was on my right, along with a black sporty sedan. The person in the sedan began to merge, heedless of me, into my lane, forcing me to swerve to avoid him hitting me. However, as I swerved, I immediately remembered the semi next to me. I attempted to get back on track, overcorrected and hydro-planed.

The black sedan tapped my bumper as he sped up to get around me, and sent me into a counter-clockwise spin, one and half rotations. As I spun, I crossed three lanes of traffic, then went off the shoulder, and hit the drainage grate on the edge of the ditch. At that point, my car went airborne, flipping once, pivoting around the driver's side, then landed on it's tires, instantly shearing the axles on the driver's side, and destroying the underbody. I thwacked my head on the driver's side window, but no bones were broken, and I walked away.

The most surprising part of all of this was that I never dropped the phone (sorry you had to listen to all of that, LDS) nor let go of the steering wheel.

But I am now certain that there is Someone upstairs watching out for me. And I just am now gunning for a speedy recovery of my nice bruise on my head and the small one on my left knee.