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My dad had one of those. One night he decided to take us kids out for ride, he had been drinking. My older brother and I argued, it was my turn to sit in the front seat, he wouldn't give in and sat in the front seat himself. On a lonely road out in the middle of nowhere I heard by brother yell "We are gonna hit" and the crash came and my brothers head went through the windshield. I still remember my sister, brother and father laying in a ditch, blood everywhere from my brother....and me, the youngest standing in the middle of the road screaming for help. When a car started coming up the road it didn't look like it was going to stop so I walked out in front of it to make it stop. The driver of the other car wasn't moving (alive but unconcious)
After that I must have passed out, I woke up in the hospital. My brothers face and neck were a mess. The doctors said that the slice in his neck went right to the very edge of the artery, nicked it but did not cut right through it. He would have bled to death by the time help arrive if it had cut it. I only weighed about 65 or 70 lbs at the time and they said that if I was the one sitting in the front seat I would have gone completely through the windshield and have died. My brother still carries the scars of that accident, and for some strange reason I still feel guilty about it.
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