my crazy weekend

This weekend was fairly uneventful for me. What began as only missing the rush skits for Friday to attend a family gathering turned into a “I’m so happy you are home, stay awhile,’ from my mom. Although I have no regrets about staying home with my wonderfully amazing family because it gave me a time to relax, spend time with the family and to enjoy a delicious home-cooked meal. However, little did I know not everything would be so ginger peachy.
Friday was the perfect time to catch up on all that I had missed since I had been at school and to be a part of a grand celebration for my sister. I was able to eat, laugh, play, socialize and be in the company of my loved ones whom I had missed so much. I was also able to put all of my happy, giddy feelings to use by finishing my “piece de resistance” for English 101. In my prayers that night I repeatedly thanked God for my great family, friends, and last but not least, a shower where I could actually move and a delightfully soft bed that I had no fear of falling off of it. I went to sleep without a care in the world and unfortunately for me things were going to get a bit more interesting.
I woke up Saturday morning, happy to greet my cheerful room which seemed to smile at me and the pleasant aroma of breakfast making my tummy go pitter patter in anticipation for my second home-cooked meal in weeks ( absolutely nothing against the wonderful cooking staff at MC). My mom had washed my clothes and I was preparing to hit the road again. Before I left, my mom wanted to make me a “last supper” to keep me filled on the road ahead. However, she was missing a key ingredient and the convenience store down the road had just what she needed. I pulled in, noticing a police officer in the parking lot and thankfully I was not speeding. I went in with only the thought of coming out soon. No sooner, than I had went in the store I was addressed by ‘Hey Ma’am! your car, your car!!” I rushed outside to see what all the commotion was about, only to see that the side of my sister’s car had been smashed in and the culprit was making rude comments that I was too in shock to hear. Luckily for me, there were several onlookers in the parking lot who had seen what had happened. The driver of the truck was very much intoxicated and the policeman was there because he received a call about him. I watched a guy get arrested in front of my eyes and needless to say, I was speechless. The policeman asked several questions and assured me that everything would be okay. My parents rushed to the scene and reminded me that the car could be fixed, but I was irreplaceable. Needless to say, I did not go home that day, but instead I spent more time with my family and friends. I am officially an SADD for life, this experience although scary, taught me an important lesson, life itself is fragile, and although my sister’s car was messed up, things could have been a lot worse especially if that drunk driver would have met someone on the road with the force he hit the car.