This Sunday evening, my wife Betsy and I were in a terrible auto accident.
We are OK, but Betsy was injured pretty bad. She suffered a concussion, a broken rib, some internal bleeding on her liver, cuts on her arm and had to have many staples in the back of her head. I was uninjured, just very stiff now and my lower back hurts. We got back from the hospital Monday evening.
A guy in a full size truck [Ford F150] ran a red light and plowed into the passenger side of my van [where Betsy was seated]. He was going about 45 or 50 mph and I did not see him coming , until the last second.
I will be home with Betsy all this week, to help her begin her recovery and she might be able to go back to work next week. We are both so very lucky to only have suffered what we have and so glad that we were not killed or paralyzed etc…
When the truck hit us, we were pushed into this guard rail and that stopped us.
Betsy and I feared this very intersection for many years, for this very type of accident and now it happened to us. Betsy witnessed an accident at this same intersection, just last year [happened right in front of her]. I do not think we will ever go through here again.
I went to the police station today to start the paper work. I got what little info they would give me [for some reason they will not give out or me a police report?]. From what I can see, the guy did not have a drivers licence and they did not arrest him or give a ticket? The police would tell me nothing.
No skid marks, he did not stop, just plowed into us!
This was the worst day of my life. I thought Betsy was going to die. The hit was sooo hard. The Medfield EMTs were wonderful and did a great job tacking care of us.
I am really shook up about this. Luckily Betsy does not remember the crash, but is doing very well with all other aspects of memory.
I were my helmet on my bicycle about 95% of the time and not a helmet Nazi, but consider myself a helmet wearer. Now I think it might be better to wear a helmet while driving a car. It was a good thing we were in my van. While we love Betsy’s Prius, this would have been a different story if we had been driving it.