My car accident was pretty bad. I wrote about it in "All About Holkeye." Here's a copy:
In January 2003, around 2 am, when I was driving home from an ex-girlfriend's house, I swerved towards the shoulder of the road and hit an icy patch. I tried to turn my wheels into the slide, but when I did, the road got dry again, and I was jerked to the left. At this point, I was going roughly 60 mph, and heading for the median. The median on this stretch of road, fortunately, wasn't a wall but a shallow trench of grass separating the two sides of highway traffic. I slammed down into the trench, and snow flew up and covered my windshield. My car didn't stop though, and I blindly slid across two lanes of oncoming traffic backwards. When I stopped, I immediately got out of my car and looked to see the damage. I was surprised to find that my back tires were dangling on the edge of a small precipice, and if I would've gone any farther, my car would've been in that ditch. While I was standing there, a car pulled up and the woman who got out asked if I was alright. I told her I was fine, and she asked if I needed anything. I said no, I just needed to get home. (I was pretty out of it at this point.) My girlfriend's house was over an hour away from my parents house, so I called my friend Voll and told him what happened. He said he would come pick me up, and I have never forgotten that. The woman that had stopped said that she thought I was the cops, coming back to pull her over for speeding. This didn't make any sense to me, and I asked her what she meant. She told me that when I had come across the oncoming lanes, she was going over 100 mph, and she had missed hitting my car by inches. I didn't know any of this because my windshield was covered in snow from the median. Eventually, the police came, and a tow truck took my car to a garage. The police were very nice, and were able to bear with me in my dreamy state. Voll came to pick me up, and sometime the next week I got my car back. It was never the same after this though, and I eventually got rid of it.
I thought about it sometime later, and there was more than one time during the whole thing that I could've just as easily been killed, and yet I came out with not a mark on my body. That night was the last time I ever thought twice about a seat belt, and I've worn one ever since. You just never know when it might come in handy.
I also had an "out-of-body experience one night. I'll write it in a different topic.