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Aside from the car wreck...
When a bridge on which I was standing collapsed. Okay, this was no Golden Gate or any kind of a bridge built for street traffic, but it was a bit action-movieish anyway.
Myself and about seven other family members stood on the bridge spanning the crik that ran through my grandpa's land--just chatting. Grandpa, Dad, and someone else sat on one railing. Then we hit slo-mo. The railings began to fall away, the three stood, the bridge began to sway, I shouted as calmly as anyone can shout: "Everyone lie down." Too late. The bridge snapped, one whole section crashing into the crik, landing dangerously close to the watermelon we were cooling there (whew! Thank god the watermelon was saved!). The edge of another section dropped into the water, the other end still attached to land. Neil had been walking across it when the bridge collapsed, and had an unhappy splintery slide into the water. An iron beam had crushed the straw hat I'd been wearing.
"Is everyone okay?" No one reponded. "Is everyone okay?!" Shocked mumbles rumbled up from the debris. My cousin and I were the worst cases, and she escaped with bruised legs, and me with scraped knees, bruised hands, and a sprained finger. Yay! Another family reunion free of hospital visits! |
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