I am tough. That is a fact! Part 5.

19, Out of order in terms of the years, but I just remembered that I did not talk about these issues. In Nov-20-1986 I was out of gasoline, I tried to pull over, but there was not much room on the road to do so. I was on Bigelow Blvd In Pittsburgh, PA heading toward Downtown Pittsburgh on my way to visit Annette at her house. A Taxi driver stopped to help me and we were going to push the car up on to the very small curb but, I said to the taxi driver let me get my seat belt on and look in the mirror just in case some asshole is speeding and hits us. Well, I look into the mirror and SCREAM LOOK OUT! THEY'RE GOING TO HIT US!! The last i had seen of the taxi driver he was beside my car! I'm hit, my car goes up in the air, does a twist and makes a cross, lands on the car that hit me crushing her entire right side. Had someone been in that car with her they would have died! My car is side ways and leaning up against the fence with metal spikes, sharp as a knife, the spikes crack the glass and are less than an inch from my throat. If I had not been wearing my seat belt I would not be here today. The car was also leaning slighty over the fence on my right hand driver side which meant to get out of the car. I had to very slowly slide to the right hand side and push the door open. I was lucky it opened without shaking the car.

I then had to jump down to the street only about a foot I guess, but it was very frightening because had the car tipped over we were looking at about a six hundred foot drop! When I did finally get out my first thought was can I bare to look at the crushed cab driver? To my amazement he was alive! It turned out that my screaming, look out! Gave him time to escape and hide behind his cab. He thanked me for saving his life and I thanked him for helping me before and after the accident.

In fact, I finally got that lift from him only it was not to get gas for my car as my car was totaled. Shocking when you consider I had a 1973 Cutlass Supreme V8 350 Rocket engine and she had only a Honda Civic 4 cylinder, a very compact car. Both myself and the taxi driver then looked to see if the driver who hit me had lived? She was lucky about a tenth of an inch more to the left and she would also had been crushed, but none of us died that day. Was it God or God's Angels watching us? I can't say for sure, but I'd say yes, or I think we all had died that night, Nov-20-1986. Yes, I am tough becaused I survived.

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