Impatient
It was just a normal weekday in my
teenage life. I had just picked up my youngest brother Daniel, who was 7 at the
time, from football practice accompanied by my other brother Mike, who was just
14 years old. It had not been long that I had been driving, maybe about a month.
At the time I did not realize how much responsibility driving was and I
appreciated my parent’s decision to let me drive because it showed that they
had confidence in me as well as believed in me. Being a young teenager though,
I did not fully understand that because my mind was clouded with the thought of
me having my own car. This meant I wouldn’t have to ask my parents for rides
anymore and I would be more independent. Still, like I said, I took the new
responsibility they had bestowed upon me lightly and most of the time I would
drive recklessly. So the incident that was soon to happen should not have come
as a surprise.
It was
senior year in high school and I had just recently gotten my first job at Vons.
The problem was that it was in Camarillo, the city next to Oxnard. My parents
were obviously very busy with their own work schedules probably would not have
been able to drive me over to Camarillo every time I had to work, so they decided
to get me a car. I had wanted a car for a while, so when I got the 95 Nissan
Sentra I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. It wasn’t a looker, but it drove
and that’s all that really mattered to me at the time. Since I had been
working, I decided I wanted to get a cool new phone, specifically an “IPhone”.
The problem was that some of the stores in town were out of stock at the time.
I tried Wal-Mart, but they were also out. They told me to try the Simi Valley Wal-Mart
so they gave them a call to confirm they had it. Being so impatient and having
all the tools in my reach, I decided my brothers and I were all going to go to Simi
Valley to get my “IPhone”.
It was about five in the afternoon and there
was a lot of traffic on Rose Avenue, one of the busier streets in Oxnard. As we
waited in traffic, I grew more and more impatient since I was so anxious to get
on the freeway and start heading over there. Additionally, it had to be quick
also because I wanted to go home before my parents realized we were out long. Since
I had not been driving long and I was with my brothers, I knew they would
definitely not approve of me going all the way to Simi Valley. I didn’t care
though; I was going to do it behind their back, and be back before they even
noticed. We came closer to the freeway and there was only one light left before
the freeway entrance. There were a couple cars in front of us when the light
turned green. When the car in front of me started going, I started going but as
we picked up speed, I suddenly saw the light turn yellow. When the car in front
of me maintained their speed, I was sure it was going to go on the yellow
light. I quickly had the brilliant idea of trying to sneak behind it, past the
yellow light. When suddenly I saw the red glaring lights from behind the car
stare me down. I felt time slowing down as I transferred my foot from the gas
pedal over to the break. As I felt the pedal touch the car floor, my hands
gripped the steering wheel, my teeth clenched, and my eyes closed as if I was preparing
for a punch to the face. Slowly opening them, I saw that it was a little too
late. My car had crashed straight into the back of the SUV in front of me. Time
stopped as I looked up and at that very moment I was not mad at anybody but
myself so I let out a big “f” word out of frustration. I look to my right and
on my brother Mike’s face was a look of shock. I notice he had some blood
trickling down from his forehead. I quickly handed him a napkin and dialed 911.
“Are you okay?” I asked in a shaky voice.
“I'm good” he replied. Then I looked back to my younger brother, Daniel. He had
the same look on his face but seemed to be okay.
Walking outside I could smell smoke
coming from what was once considered the hood. The damage didn’t seem to be
that bad, but it was still substantial. The lady from the car in front of me
got out and we asked each other if we were okay. The firemen, police, and
ambulance came within minutes. They seemed to be very calm, which was
surprising to me at the time because I was far from it. Later, I realized that
it is obvious because they experience accidents a lot and it was nothing new to
them. Not sure if my car was drivable, I took the chance to start it because
the firemen told me to move out of traffic and park at a nearby gas station. I was
afraid my car would explode like you see in the action movies.
As I drove it to the gas station, the
thought of telling my parents soon overpowered any other. I had not thought
about it but I knew I was dead. I had to tell them; there was no way I
couldn’t, so as soon as I got to the gas station I called. They sounded worried,
but not mad at all. I was surprised for I was sure I was going to get an
earful. As they treated my brothers, I spoke to the police and they asked if I
wanted to file a police report. Thankfully the lady was nice enough not to file
a police report against me. We exchanged information and she was on her way
since her car did not have any major damage. Being a bigger, more elevated, SUV
all it got was scratch on the bumper and of course, my car got the worst of it.
When my dad got to the scene, he determined my car was good enough to drive
home so we wouldn’t need a tow truck. As soon as Mike got the ok from the
firemen, we left home. When I arrived I expected to really hear it from my
parents, but again to my surprise they weren’t mad at all. They just told me to
be more careful and aware of what I was doing. I think they might have expected
me to mess up somewhere along the line so they weren’t too surprised. My dad
and I eventually fixed my car and I drove again a couple of months, this time
with a new perspective and outlook. I learned many things through this
experience that I will not forget. I learned to be more patient, careful, responsible,
and that driving is not an easy thing because you can severely hurt people,
especially the ones you love the most.