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Final Destination
by Jeremy Curry on Monday, August 13 2007Well, I find myself sitting in yet another hotel room, and noticed the search results for Jeremy Curry were leading to someone other than myself, so I decided it was time to write yet another blog entry. Grin.
I have had many of you wondering about On The Move. It will return to the air, and was supposed to in August. However, I have been out of the office on the road more than I have been in the office. Last week, Clarence and I were in Iowa for the week. I was home for one day, and now I'm in New Mexico until I come back home on Thursday evening only to turn around and leave for Michigan on Friday. My wife, Erin, is beginning to forget who I am when I walk in the door. Lol!
Well, of course, my eventual final destination is home. However, for those of you who have seen the movie "Final Destination," I've had some bad luck recently brought me into the same type of scenario. For those of you who haven't seen it, the general premise of the movie (or, I should say movies, since there have been sequels) is that someone is in an accident, and they are supposed to die. Instead, they do not die, and bad things keep happening to them until they do. It is as if destiny was thwarted, and it isn't happy until it is full-filled.
So, recently, my wife and I celebrated six years of marital bliss! Of course, this also reminds us of what happened just several days after our wedding. Five days after our wedding, we were involved in a head-on car crash in the Southern portion of Kentucky. We were quickly rushed to the local Band-Aid station - uh, I mean - emergency room. The entire front end of the car was completely smashed. And, for those of you who know I'm a bioptic driver; no, I was not the one driving. Grin. It's pretty sad to see a car with just married written all over it with a completely smashed front end. Anyway, back to the Band-Aid station. After some severe pain, and doctors who apparently took their courses at home via the Sally Struthers earn your MD at home, we were quickly pushed out of the building that was called a hospital to make room for someone who ran over himself with a lawn mower. I did mention this was Southern Kentucky, right? Grin. Of course, we were checked out of the hospital under the wrong name, and Erin's foot was crushed, although somehow not caught by the doctors - probably because broken bones are not taught under the rigid coursework required by the Struthers's degree program. Anyway, that's a story for another post someday.
Although I'm certain my life is not like Final Destination, it sure has had some odd similarities. Smile. In June, I was riding my ATV in Kentucky when I made a stupid decision to go up a hill that was steeper than I thought. Eventually, I got to the top of the hill, the ATV went straight up into the air, and then came back down on its back. Fortunately, I was able to roll to one side, and I started rolling down the mountain one way, and the ATV the other way. Luckily, the ATV was hurt worse than I was. In July, I had the fortune of going over the Minneapolis bridge that collapsed. It was almost one month to the day later when it collapsed. Later that month, I was riding my ATV in Kentucky again. This time, I was determined to be much safer. Apparently, destiny was trying to catch up with me. Grin. This time, I was going down a hill that we thought would be the safest route down the mountain. I came across a very steep part that I thought I could cross. I let off the brakes, and that's all I remember for a few seconds. My wife tells me that I flew over the handle bars about 15 to 25 feet. I don't remember that part. But, I do remember looking up just in time to see the 700-pound ATV come crashing down the mountain, and then bouncing off the top of me. Needless to say, I don't recommend this experience to anyone. I thought I had been paralyzed, and Erin thought I had been killed. Fortunately, neither happened. There's not cell phone service up there, so we got some help from some locals, and a mere two hours later when I got off the mountain, I was on my way to yet another Southern Kentucky hospital. I couldn't walk, but I was very fortunate to be taken to an emergency room with some of the most technologically advanced equipment in the world. They had such things as running water, and paper towels. I guess the paper towels were in case they needed to wipe up some water or something. I could call this hospital a Band-Aid station, but that would imply they had Band-Aids. When asked for crutches, we were told that the hospital didn't carry such things. I mean, I can see why not. After all, it's a hospital. Who would ever need crutches there? Surely, no one is hurt when they are at a hospital. After a few days of recovery, I was on my way again, which leads to the fire alarm at the hotel I have already written about. And then, last week, a chair fell out of a vehicle onto the interstate, which I had to dodge at about 60 mph. By the way of a miracle, I didn't flip the vehicle. And, with my recent ATV episode, I wasn't quite up for that yet again so soon.
So, I'm sitting here in New Mexico attempting to adjust to the time change, and hoping that my true "Final Destination" will be home, and not some other strange accident. Of course, I am flying, so I'm always tempting fate. Lol!
