Witness #1

Being witness #1 is synonymous with being ten feet short of involved in a bad accident. The picture you see on the right is not what we saw at ~9:05 pm on Sunday evening, while returning from a visit to family in Dallas. But is it awful close.

For once, there was a wreck and our family was not involved. We are all safe, if a little shaken by the whole ordeal. Basically, we were in the right-hand lane of a feeder to I45, and a car exited the freeway behind us, lost control of their SUV and careened across the three lanes of the feeder - missing our front bumper by a couple of feet. As they tried to straighten the SUV flipped and skid. You don't think about it, by when a metal roof runs across pavement at 60 mph, there are a lot of sparks.

We called 911. Mrs. E was helping to calm and comfort the two ladies and two little girls in the car. All were wearing seatbelts, thank goodness, so injuries were minor - although they had to be pulled out through the shattered windshield. We hung around for about 30 minutes, waiting for police and EMT to respond and ask a few questions. The cops let us get going since Liler'E was getting pretty fussy, but I expect to be hearing back from them wanting a more complete statement of what we saw.

I've called 911 a couple of times in my life, but never has if had such a sense of urgency as when I called last night. Expecting the worst when the car flipped, the eventual outcome was something of a relief.

Tags: Car Crash, Accident, Flipped SUV