RE: Wear your effin' seat belt !!
October 31, 2015 at 1:30 pm
(This post was last modified: October 31, 2015 at 1:32 pm by Whateverist.)
(October 31, 2015 at 12:36 pm)abaris Wrote: Didn't really spot what to look at and what's supposed to be funny about this picture,
Check out where the body is covered in a white cloth. Hint: there is a ladder leading up to it.
Back during my one episode of depression in my early twenties I survived a car crash while not wearing a seatbelt and all my relatives were quick to affirm one of two statements. Some said it showed seat belts were not only not helpful but impediments to survival since my six years younger brother who was driving was wearing his belt was killed. Others said it just goes to show that no one dies "unless it is their time". (So, yes, my family tends to range between foolhardy and outright stupid.)
We had been out all day in and around San Francisco in his Fiat Spider. He was 19, fresh out of the air force early on account of his bad feet. We stopped for gas on the way home no more than three blocks from home. A large American station wagon coming in the opposite direction and driven by a drunken garbage man veered into us at the last possible second. We were both going 35 to 45 mph.
I'm a big advocate of sea-tbelts. Before wearing them became mandatory, if a passenger in my car didn't wear theirs I'd tell them I'd be sure to give them a proper burial as I was wearing mine.
Anyhow we both suffered severe concussions though he was probably brain dead immediately from breaking his jaw on the steering wheel. I came to once noticing the glass all around me. Came to again and tried to see how Rodney was. Came to a third time as someone was putting a blow up splint around my broken arm. Came to a fourth time in the ambulance across from the drunken driver. Then came to for good in the emergency room. My legs were indeed crunched (but not broken) under the folded in dash. But that is probably what saved my life.
It never occurred to me to consider the benefits of not wearing a seat belt. Obviously I just got damned lucky. But of all the things that suck about being bunged up in the hospital for days and days depressed and constipated from the morphine, probably the worst part was listening to my well meaning aunts and uncles go on about how my brother Rodney's little involuntary movements seemed to be indicative of this or that message he was trying to send us. Every single one of them also expressed an opinion about why seat belts were superfluous or dangerous. Some went on about God. It was hell and at 25 I had thus far spared them the upset of my atheism. But without a doubt, I'd rather be subjected to their well meaning buffoonery than to actually be like them. All in all, I am lucky.
