I decided to write two parts on this subject because after I re-read the first part i felt like i hold back what followed after the crash.
When i got out of the hospital i was broken, badly broken on the inside. My baby, my car was all mush.. Even though i had a cast around my ankle i climbed into a taxi and went to the garage where my life was.. and i sat down next to it and i cried. Oh God i cried for so long i cant remember. I couldnt understand why it happend to me, why? I was angry on everyone, on God, why did He let it happen to me? He knew i love that car more than i love myself, and yet why? In the morning, after i cried my heart out next to it, i went home.
I decided to quit med. school because my heart wasn’t there anymore. I couldnt feel the rush of going to the hospital, of going into the E.R. anymore. I became reckless. I stopped studying. I quit.
I decided to move out of town because i knew those streets like the palm of my hand and it became harder and harder for me to walk among them without Mr.H. Yes, my car is mister H. So i moved out. I took Mr.H. and left without looking back. With half the money i got on the apartment when i sold, i bought a smaller one in the new city. I then rented a garage and started to make a list of parts i needed to buy in order for me to fix what i broke inside and outside Mr.H. And i started working. And i worked half of year until i brought Mr.H back to life again. Thank God my father taught me mechanics when i was younger.
My mother and father bought Mr.H for me when I was 17. I remember that my mother didn’t agree with my father at first to buy me a 400 bhp sports car because she knew i was stubborn and i wouldnt let it stock at 400bhp. And it was the truth. In the first year I raised it up to 460 bhp. It was the best year of my life! Now it runs with 580bhp and i believe i remain at this performance.
I bought a place and opened a car service. It’s a small garage, with top priority work tools but it helped me recover.
I’m not sure i have fully recovered or if i will ever fully recover. I have a small mark on my right hand where a piece of glass got in when i had the accident.. I look at it every single day and i remember the pain i felt. Not only the pain my body felt, but the pain my mind and soul felt. I still have flashbacks with the moments prior to the crash, when i go to bed at night.
This sort of life traumas remain with you forever. If they dont, and you found a way to get over things like this, please tell me how to do it!