My name is Mary and I am dealing with the aftermath of a horrific car accident.

What started out as an enjoyable, sunny day off turned tragic in the blink of an eye. My hubby and I had been out paying bills, enjoying a rare day off together. We had just turned into the right hand lane of traffic, the left was completely filled with the normal Thursday afternoon traffic. I was looking at something on my lap when I heard my husband yell out something. I looked up to see a car in the middle of the road. With no time to react we hit the passengers side of the car at about 40 miles per hour. I remember only noises from the first few seconds, car horns, the deflating airbag, cries of pain from hubby's side of the car. The air bag caused his shoulder to become dislocated. I remove the seatbelt per his request. I exit the car and walk around the back to assist him in getting out of the car. After being sure that he is ok, I move around to the car we hit, I back away (I don't remember why). I stand there and the older woman (72) suddenly hits the gas and sends the car flying forward about 15 feet, I am shocked and motionless. Suddenly I hear someone screaming my name, it's my husband and he is running along side our moving truck, what is he doing, more screaming and then nothing.

The next moments are strange to me… Am I dreaming?

I am lying on the hot pavement; someone is standing over me, telling me not to move. My abdomen hurts, the pavement is burning my legs, my arms from my elbows to my finger tips are tingling. I force myself to move, as I am on my side. I can hear my husband screaming, "Oh my god.....", and I am telling someone to tell him that I am ok and to come to me.

There is more screaming: this time it is the sound of ambulance sirens and the wails of the fire truck. Someone is over me now, telling me not to move and that the air transport will be here soon. A thousand and one questions are being asked of me: What hurts? Where does it hurt? What day is it? Where am I?