How I went from car crash to living in penthouses in 4 years
It was the 23rd of June 2020 was the day my life changed forever. I was renting a co-working space because I didn’t want to work from the family home. Every morning, I was driving to the office to make cold calls for a private equity company I was a contractor for. Despite the sexy title, they didn’t pay well if at all and were shrewd negotiators to anyone who didn’t have a college degree (which I didn’t). It wasn't an easy job, gruelling, and full of rejections. Each day I was leaving the office exhausted, but knowing that I had given my all to create a better future. Saturday rolled around, and a long-time friend was visiting from out of town who I wanted to show a good time. Besides - what better way to recover than with an old friend. My car was in the shop, so I convinced my father to let me borrow his 2015 Mini Cooper S. Stick-shift, Sporty and Fun. My first “day off” in months was nearing an end. After delivering my friend back to his hotel I was driving home completely exhausted. I’d spent the week getting kicked in the face cold calling, was between pay-periods, and the little life I had left was spent entertaining my friend. It was during this drive home the weight of the world fell over me. I hadn’t recovered spiritually fearing that what little I had would slip through my hands. i Nearing 9:30pm, my eyes were heavy and red - nothing that I hadn’t experienced before. It was only 15 minutes till I arrived home and could rest… The soothing hum of the rode turned my gaze into a slumber when I was shaken back to my senses.. Right in front of me a tree appeared and I slammed right into it with full force. It was horrifying. There was a stinging pain from where the seatbelt secured my body. After I came to my senses I punched down the airbag, and evacuated the vehicle. I remember the distinct sulphur smell from the airbag, alongside the warning chime the car makes when tragedy occurs. I recall skipping through phases of grief into “acceptance”. Accepting what had just happened. The fault for the crash. The fear I caused my family. The misery of my existence. The disappointment I had for myself.