The Road of Life Has Many Detours

The Road of Life Has Many Detours A very personal story by Gisela Butler The pick-up truck came over the center divider and became airborne. I could see the wheels of the truck coming in my direction.  I just said, “Oh my God, please…” Instantly, I ducked towards the passenger side. Then I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my ribs. I lay there in pain going in and out of consciousness. That’s all I remember. I later woke up as my clothes were being cut from my body. Lying on a gurney on my stomach, I figured I was at the hospital. Later, my husband came in. The doctor gave me morphine for my pain. I was not talking much, just sleeping a lot. Every time I woke, I was in lots of pain but got medication immediately. Pain was my reminder that I was still alive. I knew I had been in a car accident but had no idea how badly it affected me. I also knew my husband was there in the ICU almost all day.  ======This story originally appeared in the anthology, From a Writer’s Finger to a Butterfly’s Wing, published by the Sacramento Suburban Writers’ Club, 2016.