I can’t say I was shock, I can’t say I was injured either. It happened so quick, with no warning what so ever. We we quietly coming back from church, my father, mother, brother and I. I was trying to listen to some music on my MP3 player when a car hit us. Not only it bumped the left door, it was filled with people. It was like one of those “flat” mini-vans. I saw their car bounce off the middle lane where we were and somehow their driver curved the wheel so much that he lost control and hit a wall. Their car was severely damaged and one of it passenger was injured, he lying on the concrete waiting for the ambulance to arrive. It created a big jam over the bridge of Pie-IX just before we arrived in Laval. I watched as the passing drivers slowed down to look at the scene and one even ask if someone was dead. We waited until the police got our deposition and were able to leave. It is thanks to our Lord that I can write about this today. Without him, their car could of rolled back from the wall and make a full frontal on us. I’m happy that my brother and parents are well. I also will pray that the man that was injured may recover promptly.
It all happened around four thirty a Sunday afternoon, after a great service at church. I must meditate on these events. How thankfully I am to be alive, how fragile life is, how pathetically a simple minute spend talking, a decision of taking a particular bridge could lead to these events.