One year ago this week was the worst event that has ever taken place in my life. I wrecked the car I had put five years of hard work into. This event changed my life for the better in a rough way. The crash caused the car to flip seven times at 85 mph and in the process it threw me from the car. After the crash I have realized my place in this world. I couldn’t live my life based on materialistic things.
On October 12, 2002, I had just gotten my 1969 Chevelle back from the transmission shop after building the new motor for the car. I had saved for over a year to install the new drive-train in it. The sole purpose of the new motor was race only. Early on in the afternoon I fueled up and washed it at the car wash. It was there when I met up with a friend of mine
who wanted to ride in the car with the new motor. So I took him to his house to show his parents my cool ride. There I showed off my most prized possession off to my friends parents. Then I proceeded to take him back to his car. It was then when I was showing out for him and an older lady pulled out as I sped down the narrow road. I lost control and the car rolled over seven times before flinging me and him both out of the vehicle.