I sped down that interstate, trying to get home as fast I could..

He stopped breathing, had to be put in for 3 days.

"Gotta get there! Gotta get there!"

90 mph is a good speed to go, but only for so long..

The car ahead of me pops his back right tire, and suddenly that beautiful flow of energy turns into chaotic events jeopardizing life itself.

I dodged the debris, but I lost control..

Swerving, spinning..

All I could think about is my family and close friends.
I wasn't sure if I was going to die, but that feeling began to sink in only until my car comes to a stop on the shoulder by the slow lane..


It all happened so fast.. I almost died getting to my brother who I thought could've died.

All in all, I ended up okay enough to drive to the hospital and see my brother.


In the end, it's all that mattered...