I remember the fear in my brother’s eyes. I remember every thought that ran through my head at that exact moment. I remember it all. The moment I looked up from my cell phone and realized we were heading straight into another car at full speed. In that moment, I thought I’d never see my brother, my family, friends, or anyone ever again.
The moment I realized our vehicle was approaching the rear end of another car, I shut my eyes tightly and prayed it was just a dream. I hoped I would wake any second from this horrible nightmare I was currently living in. At the moment of impact, I watched my entire life flash before my eyes, as if it was a home movie playing in my head. I saw myself at seven-years-old, climbing my papaw’s sacred apple trees and swimming in the creek on hot July days. I watched 11-year-old me nervously walk through the doors for my first day of junior high, anxiously flipping through my planner, praying the next three years would go by fast. I revisited eighth grade dance, twirling and dancing the night away and having the time of my life. I finally opened my eyes, and for a moment, it was all a blur. My mind couldn’t process this incident. I couldn’t believe this had actually happened to us. I finally realized it was reality when I felt my brother lying on top of me. For a split second I thought my older brother, the one who has always been there for me, my best friend from the minute I was born, was dead. I began to panic. I nervously…Show More