One of those times when I should have been dead.

My brother found this movie link *movie link*
and posted it onto facebook with the question: “Pete, what does this feel like?”
I started to post a reply and it got a little wordy and I knew where it was going to go... here.
The story starts back when I was a wee eighteen years old. I had purchased a couple of old arm chairs for my room, which was at the time really big. Now let me explain what I mean by old arm chairs. Something kind of like *this* but different. They were left over form the 70's. They were striped and burnt orange and velvet and as tacky as you can get and twelve dollars for the pair. As my father and I were driving home, we were at a stop light and somebody pulled up next to us to let us know that something flew out of the back of our truck and landed in the road a little ways back. We turned around and sure enough, there it was. The arm cover for one of the chairs. My dad pulled over and I jumped out... can you see where this is going? Anyway, I looked both ways, and didn't see a car. I guess this is where I describe the road. It was on 9000 South, just East of 1300 West... right where it comes out of the river bottom. The speed limit here was 45 MPH at the time. The road had two lanes going either way, and a suicide? lane in the middle. (I don't know the technical term for this lane) The arm chair cover was in in the very middle of the very middle lane. So... there were no cars coming. I ran out into the road, picked up the arm cover, and turned around without looking, and started walking or jogging... not really hurrying in any way, I am not sure why, back to the truck. I can't remember what I was looking at while I was coming back... I think I was inspecting the cover for damage. I was abruptly brought out my train of thought when I heard my dad yell “PETE!” I looked to my right and jumped at the same time. POW! It hit me. A turquoise Saturn. I remember looking at the face of the lady driving the car and seeing the look of absolute terror in her eyes as I held out both of my arms to brace the impact I was about to have with the windshield. I watched the glass crack in spiderwebs out from my hands and then remember rolling over the car, but only getting half way, and then rolling back over the hood, then onto the ground and thinking about how I felt like I could see angels manipulating my body while I was in the air (between the hood of the car and the ground) so that I would land in such a way that I would just roll for a little bit and be okay as opposed to landing flat on my face and being not okay. This is where I answer the question posed by Jake: I got up and it felt like... you know when you get pinched... *sidenote* I think it is funny that you asked this Jake, because when describing what it feels like, I always picture the closet door in your old room for some reason... *end note* in a closet door and it feels like it is bleeding, but it hasn't broken the skin and it almost kind of burns a little? That is what it felt like. I am sure I was in shock, but I seriously thought that all I did was pinch my side somehow. I got up and tried to walk it off. After a couple circles, and the pain was still there I decided to check it out. I lifted up my shirt and I could see a huge flap of something hanging down to my side and my hip bone at the bottom of the hole created by the something hanging. I thought I was going to die. In my state of shock, I thought I had punctured my chest cavity and I though that my lungs were going to collapse. I saw stars, and that is the closest I have ever been to fainting at the sight of one of my own injuries. It turned out that I had caught my hip on the edge created from pushing in the wind shield and the roof of the car. That is why did not go over the car, because my hip caught and flung me back the other way. It was a deep cut, all the way to the bone, and it felt like a pinch from a closet door. I had hit the car so hard that when my arms hit the roof at some point during the experience, they hit hard enough to pull the paint off roof. I had turquoise tear drops on both of my fore arms. It was pretty interesting.. in retrospect. When my mom showed up to the scene, she asked if I was okay. I told here I was, and asked about the arm cover. She said forget the cover, it is just a cheap thing. I said “I just got hit by car for that cover, if I don't have that, then this was all for nothing.” She got so mad that she left and told my dad to call her with any updates.
I think that is about it. About 200 stitches and 3 hours later I was walking on my own.