OK, today after a long couple days at church I was walking (that’s right, walking) to my truck. I had my backpack over my shoulder, my camera, my computer, and I was talking on my phone to Jen – just minding my own business, one of the last people to leave church.
All of the sudden I am flying through the air, computer flying through the air, camera flying through the air, backpack, phone, me! I got hit by a 2 ton Toyota Tundra! What the heck!? I landed on my wrist, my phone busted into 2 pieces, and I was left looking up at the creased bumper of this truck!
Once I came to and figured out what had happened, the driver was out and was like, “Oh my GOSH! are you ok?”, and of course I was like, “yeah, no worries man!”. I picked up my stuff and threw it in my truck and started driving home. I called my wife back and was like, “Holy @#$!*, I just got ran over by a TRUCK at church!”.
I’m fine, I think. Ask me how I’m feeling tomorrow.