so today i'm driving along to work, minding my own business, when suddenly there is an orange cone in my path... i didn't have time to move around it and i hit it... so then i am watching it in my rear view mirror go spinning down I-95 with the thousands of cars behind it and my worst fear came to pass... someone tried to swerve out of the way of the cone and in the process lost control of their vehicle, slammed into the wall and then spun around 180 degrees and then got hit by another vehicle behind them... i nearly had a heart attack! i set off a chain of events that may have possibly cost somebody his life! i continued to drive in this state of shock for another 5 minutes, crying and thinking there is nooo way i can just drive to work knowing i caused this huge accident and act as if nothing had happened... so i made my way to the nearest exit and turned my car around and went back... i was sooo afraid i was going to find dead people if not seriously injured people... and all i kept thinking was, this is all my fault, me and my stupid driving... i got back up to the spot where the wreck was and i could see people standing outside their cars and there was an ambulance and tow trucks and i just kept praying they were okay as i got off the road again to turn around again so i could get to them... i pulled over briefly and called robert, no answer and then karla, no answer and then leah, who did answer... for emotional support... what if somebody died? would they blame me? how could they not blame me? how could i not blame myself? i finally got to the accident and i got out of my car and approached them slowly and they were all ok! praise God! they took one man to the hospital because his neck hurt, but he was basically intact... the girl whose car lost control hugged me as i was crying and telling her it was my fault that the cone came flying through the air... she was amazed she didn't die because after her car spun around she saw the truck coming toward her and thought, this is it... she was happy and amazed i came back to make sure they were ok because we live in a world of people who are not concerned... i stayed with them until the police came and was able to give my version of what happened and my name and number so i can be a witness for them if needed... and now i am at home trying to regain some emotional stability... i called my job and told lauren (charge nurse) i needed to stay home and she seemed cool about it and concerned for everybody's well being... why did this happen? why was i even watching the cone from my rear view mirror? i'm sure there must be some reason... maybe it was simply a case of being put to the test of just doing the right thing? because driving away as if nothing happened would have been far worse than any other outcome, good or bad... and i have always wondered how i would handle something like this if i were faced with this situation... i thank God those people are okay and He gave me the courage to go back... now i am going to go regroup