In August of 2002, I survived a car accident. Although I can still see the van speeding toward us, I cannot bring to mind the crash itself - only its aftermath.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I first got my driver's license, I was hit by a drunk driver. He was coming off of a freeway, and I was hurt pretty badly from somebody driving really fast.
I was hit by a car once on my bike, but I still rode home.
I was hit by a car. I almost died. My show was taken away from me. I was frightened.
My situation should have been a lot worse. By rights I shouldn't have survived the crash.
In real life, one of my friends was killed in a car accident during our sophomore year.
My wife had taken off on a plane. Two airplanes had crashed into the World Trade Center. I, of course, like any other person, felt potentially devastated, panicky a little bit.
A drunk truck driver ran over me. I was in a Volkswagen. It was horrible. It sounds like a cliche, but anything that doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I give a lot of credit to my dad, who was a very strong guy.
I've had injuries in my life from things beyond my control: runaway horses, helicopters that decide to crash on mountaintops, boating accidents - things that were out of my hands.
When I was 14, I was a passenger in a terrible accident.
I'm sure I've been in an accident because I'm wild and crazy and go too fast, but I don't remember having an accident.