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12. Accident Scene

Written Sunday, September 29, 2019 / Day 48 / Early Afternoon

Say you love to restore old cars. It is a passion of yours. Taking apart the base of the vehicle - researching each of the components you need to rebuild.

Looking for the original part if it can be found.

When it cannot, finding a thoughtful and reasonable replica of the item.

This is not an easy hobby. Nor a hobby that produces any real results in a short period of time.

The quest can take years.

Victories are there - small ones as well as the large ones. Form the tiniest of things to the largest components - you become quite attached to a project like this.

You have to love the journey. Love the effort. Taking the time it takes to accomplish the goal.

It literally becomes part of you. Part of you because you have invested so much time, energy and talent in the mission.

The project - in reality - becomes an extension of your very being.

As that day arrives when all the efforts have been completed - the tasks done - all the parts found, you rejoice that the final product is there for everyone to see.

You take the vehicle to shows, bask in what was done to get there. Relish each aspect you can share with others - the challenges, the problems and of course - the successes.

As you are traveling to another event - the unthinkable happens.

There is an accident. A multiple car accident. A fluke occurrence. One that not only causes all the vehicles to become damaged - but due to the extraordinary nature of the accident - causes multiple vehicles to become piled - one on top of the other.

You, riding in your vehicle are at the bottom of the pile. The doors crushed by other vehicles surrounding yours.

You are trapped.

You cannot escape.

You are alone.

What do you do - what CAN you do?

You cry for help. You hear the faint words of rescuers that they are coming for you. But it will be a long while before they can free you.

What can you do?

You pray for strength - for rescue.

All your work around you - now damaged - some can be repaired - most cannot.

All the effort you lovingly made to build that vehicle - now just a memory.

All you have around you now - is wreckage.

Oh there are a few small items that will be salvaged. But it won’t be the same.

You hear others outside asking how you are doing.

You try to tell them, but all they can ask is when you will be joining them. It’s difficult to respond - I’m trapped - you say - I can’t find my way out of this.

They say they hope you will soon and then say goodbye.

Leaving you alone.

And what of your future - when you are freed from the wreck?

What of that show you are to go to next month?

You could go - but it wouldn’t be the same. Not the same because you lost the jewel of your life - that vehicle that had so much put into it - the one that was everything to you.

You could go - but how could you?

You could purchase a restored vehicle. But where would be the stories, the adventure - the connection to what made it what it is?

The future for you looks empty at the moment - that is once you get out of that trap you are in.

They find a way to get supplies to you so you can eat.

Things are going on to help you - you know that - but all you want is to get out of the trap and have your vehicle restored.

You will be able to be freed - but your life will never be the same. Your vehicle is gone.

Those who did not build the vehicle - experience the journey will not - can not understand.

They did not have the connection, the bond you had. To them it is only an event - a tragic event that you will recover from.

To you however, it is a supreme loss - one that only you can understand.

And one that you will live with always as you move onward to your future.

12. Accident Scene

Written Sunday, September 29, 2019 / Day 48 / Early Afternoon

Say you love to restore old cars. It is a passion of yours. Taking apart the base of the vehicle - researching each of the components you need to rebuild.

Looking for the original part if it can be found.

When it cannot, finding a thoughtful and reasonable replica of the item.

This is not an easy hobby. Nor a hobby that produces any real results in a short period of time.

The quest can take years.

Victories are there - small ones as well as the large ones. Form the tiniest of things to the largest components - you become quite attached to a project like this.

You have to love the journey. Love the effort. Taking the time it takes to accomplish the goal.

It literally becomes part of you. Part of you because you have invested so much time, energy and talent in the mission.

The project - in reality - becomes an extension of your very being.

As that day arrives when all the efforts have been completed - the tasks done - all the parts found, you rejoice that the final product is there for everyone to see.

You take the vehicle to shows, bask in what was done to get there. Relish each aspect you can share with others - the challenges, the problems and of course - the successes.

As you are traveling to another event - the unthinkable happens.

There is an accident. A multiple car accident. A fluke occurrence. One that not only causes all the vehicles to become damaged - but due to the extraordinary nature of the accident - causes multiple vehicles to become piled - one on top of the other.

You, riding in your vehicle are at the bottom of the pile. The doors crushed by other vehicles surrounding yours.

You are trapped.

You cannot escape.

You are alone.

What do you do - what CAN you do?

You cry for help. You hear the faint words of rescuers that they are coming for you. But it will be a long while before they can free you.

What can you do?

You pray for strength - for rescue.

All your work around you - now damaged - some can be repaired - most cannot.

All the effort you lovingly made to build that vehicle - now just a memory.

All you have around you now - is wreckage.

Oh there are a few small items that will be salvaged. But it won’t be the same.

You hear others outside asking how you are doing.

You try to tell them, but all they can ask is when you will be joining them. It’s difficult to respond - I’m trapped - you say - I can’t find my way out of this.

They say they hope you will soon and then say goodbye.

Leaving you alone.

And what of your future - when you are freed from the wreck?

What of that show you are to go to next month?

You could go - but it wouldn’t be the same. Not the same because you lost the jewel of your life - that vehicle that had so much put into it - the one that was everything to you.

You could go - but how could you?

You could purchase a restored vehicle. But where would be the stories, the adventure - the connection to what made it what it is?

The future for you looks empty at the moment - that is once you get out of that trap you are in.

They find a way to get supplies to you so you can eat.

Things are going on to help you - you know that - but all you want is to get out of the trap and have your vehicle restored.

You will be able to be freed - but your life will never be the same. Your vehicle is gone.

Those who did not build the vehicle - experience the journey will not - can not understand.

They did not have the connection, the bond you had. To them it is only an event - a tragic event that you will recover from.

To you however, it is a supreme loss - one that only you can understand.

And one that you will live with always as you move onward to your future.

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