I was humming along to some early 2000's pop music, following the intended route set by my GPS. Turn right, turn left, turn right. Why don't GPS' tell you, "Caution: farmer's road here. Turn off your cruise. Slow down way below the speed limit." I really wish they had that.

On Tuesday, October 4th of 2016, I got into my very first accident. With my luck, just know that it was no fender bender, I suppose I'm glad that it wasn't the typical first accident, though, because nobody else was hurt.

Everybody wants to know how it felt. Well, here goes.

Backtrack to my humming tunes of the radio on a normal road. Keep in mind, I've never taken this route back to my college, hence the GPS involvement. Anyways. I turn down a completely normal country road. No huge ordeal, right? And it really was no big deal, until it was. The road went from normal pavement to broken asphalt chunks, gravel, and jagged holes. This road is literally the size of one lane, as is many country roads.

I had my cruise control set at 55 mph. Why did nobody tell me not to do that on country roads until it's too late; the outsiders are grasping at any cause or reasoning behind the wreck just so they'll put their questioning minds at ease.

Well, according to the deputy in charge, that's where I messed up. Because as soon as my tires hit a jagged indent on the road, all hell broke loose.

First, I began fishtailing. I tried to stay calm and ease back the other way in order to correct it and stay on the road.

Nope.

That sent me careening the other way, thus I attempt once more at correcting.

Nada again.

They say third times the charm, right? Well, I didn't get a third chance. Suddenly, I can feel my body lifted off my seat; I start to hear and feel my Dodge Durango hitting the hard ground, in different areas.

But I can't tell you much about how and where it all got hit because I was in fetal position covering my head when I finally opened my eyes that I can't recall ever closing in the first place. All I can tell you is that I was thoroughly convinced I was about to die, so I kept thinking to myself, "I accept it. I accept my death. I accept it. No fear."

I open my eyes to my vehicle, on all four tires, facing this gaping monster of a ditch. All I can think is, "Thank God I didn't land in there!"

My whole body is buzzing, and the panic set in as soon as I looked around me inside my vehicle. It was like I was in a completely different car, everything where it should be was not there, including my phone.

My phone was found in the backseat, under a few other miscellaneous items that didn't belong back there. It took me around 3 minutes to find, which felt like a lifetime with panic cutting at my breathing rate.

I've never been in an accident, I had no idea who to call. When I finally made my mind up to call my dad, I had to be reminded to call 911, because I'd forgot and just wanted somebody to be there.

Cars are slowing down near me to check out the scenery and continue on with their day.

You ever read about blood rushing in a character's ears? That feeling is real, I soon realized as it were happening to me. I could literally hear my heartbeat in my ear.

I look around a little more and see a tire around 20 feet away right off of the road, and for some reason that made me panic more. Then I saw both of my rearview mirrors were ripped out of place, dangling. Added more panic, and so forth with every detail, I noticed that wasn't quite normal.

Eventually, everybody is there. Firefighters, police, EMTs, and my dad. Thank God he was only 10 min away. I went to the hospital in my first ambulance ride and I cried nearly the whole 23 minutes to Hillsboro Hospital because I felt immensely guilty. I felt terrible for the property owners, for causing such a mess for the police, firefighters, etc, and especially for worrying my family when I knew I was okay.

I left the hospital around 2 hours later with one noticeable scratch, a minor spinal concussion, and many redundant phrases of, "Angels rode with you the whole way", "You're so lucky to be in the shape you're in", and "I hope you believe in God if you didn't before."

The team that investigated where all I'd hit my vehicle and how pieced as much of it together as possible.

Turns out I did hit that the very bottom of that 13ft wide, 15 ft deep ditch after all. They found the imprint of my initial hit. What they can't figure out is the fact that there are no other imprints other than where my vehicle stopped moving and landed on all four tires.

One single print at the bottom of the ditch tells the story that I counteracted the blast in a way that my vehicle somehow flipped, and rolled up and out of that ditch. They were completely befuddled.

Everybody keeps asking me what happened, and all I can give them are my thoughts and feelings. I don't remember closing my eyes, but I remember opening them.

That's all I have to give.