I was on the way to pick up a friend of mine then we were going to head to the house I was house siting and have a small party. I wasn't wearing my seatbelt at first. During the entire 2 minutes it takes to get from my house to hers I got stopped by the only light between the houses. I reached for my seatbelt, pulled on it slightly, then let it go. A few seconds later I found myself reaching for it again, and stopped once more I stopped, saying to myself "Nah... nothing's going to happen" and put my hand back down. Why I was having such a conflict with wearing a seatbelt I don't know because I typically wear my seatbelt. Suddenly the seat belt conflict was forgotten when something caused me to notice my gas gauge. There was a gas station on the other side of the road I was waiting to cross. As I pressed on the gas pedal I thought to myself "I'll get some gas after I pick Nicole up" and proceeded to cross the 5 lanes of traffic. I was barely across the street when my eyes jumped to the gas station entrance, which was accessible to me from where I was. I hit my breaks and started to turn, and immediately after, straightened the car's course back out. Nicole was waiting on me, I was already a few minutes late, and I knew that if I stopped to get gas I would exceed her 'grace' period -if you could call such a short period of time that- and I can't stand the way she acts when anyone's late. Then, something told me to go ahead and get gas, and I did. Nicole would have to wait a few minutes longer, she'll get over it. I got gas in an extremely ordinary fashion. Pied the cashier, and was back in my car before too long. I started the engine, put it in drive, and circled back to the entrance/exit I came in. I stopped to look for traffic, and just my luck there was a flood of it coming. "Great! I'm already late, Nicole's going to be irate as it is, and someone's opened the gate... Well... Might as well put my seat belt on..." and I did just that... Not even a minute later I was hit head on.

The events above are really the last things I can remember in detail. I know I was stopped waiting to make the left turn onto Nicole's street, but that's where I go blank until some vague memories of pain I was in due to my injuries, and the kindness I was shown by the people who were present after the wreck. I was beat up something horrible during that wreck. The doctors say that it's not abnormal for someone's memory to black out such a traumatic event as my wreck, regardless of the fact that I did manage to stay concious untill I crawled out of the car and passed out. Once I got out of the hospital and got back home, I was bed bound for the next selveral weeks, due to my snapped collar bone, fractured pelvic bone, sever concussion, and of course a few bumps, bruises, and scrapes.

It bothers me that I can not recall the events which took place after I stopped to make the turn on to my friends street. It also bothers me that I had such an inner-conflict over wearing my seatbelt. It's so unlike me to not wear my seatbelt. I learned at a very young age that wrecks can find you no matter how you drive, who, or where you are, and so I wore my seatbelt 99% of the time. Why was this the ONE day during the entire year that I was so reluctant to wear my seatbelt..? What made me finally put it on..? Who did I think I was..? Super woman..?

After plenty of thought I've come to the conclusion that it was my Guardian Angel which made me put my seatbelt on. Sure, I went though the whole "Why me..?" stage. Then I moved on to the "If I wouldn't have... then I wouldn't have been in a wreck." stage, along with many diferent stages than I've got the patience to list here. But the only one which sends a shiver up my spine, is the "My Guardian Angel was watching over me that day" theory. How can I really call it a theory you might ask... Well, I call it a theory because it is... It's MY theory... And if you don't like it, deal with it.

You can sit there and argue with me over this subject 'till we're both blue in the face, and you'll achieve nothing. My mind is set and it's going to take more evidence than you can produce to change it.

The typical person never really sits and thinks about what causes you to do stuff like choose to wear your seat belt or not; not in grave detail at least... But I'm not normal and during my housebound months after that wreck I actually did exactly that, and I decided that it had to be an angel... As far as I'm concerned there's no other explanation...