"Wait, what just happened?" I thought to myself. "I can't breathe."
I remember looking down at my ribs and seeing that with each breath I took, the car squeezed me that much more.
"I am suffocating."
I tried to turn and push and pull and twist. There was not getting out. I was stuck. There was no way to move this massive amount of weight that was now taking over my body.
The car was still in gear. The driveway was sloped. I was basically the only thing that was keeping our cars from colliding, or I was the only thing that was keeping my car from rolling into the street.
"Oh, God help me. I'm going to die like this. Oh, God help me. God, help. God, I can't die like this. God, I can't die in my own driveway with my family inside my house."
I started to scream and yell with the little bit of air that I did have. To no avail. We live on a very busy street, and no one was going to hear me.
Oh, God, I am going to die like this.
Then a voice, "Lay on the horn."
This is my story. . .