I was working all three jobs that weekend and studying my science work. That Saturday morning, I was putting samples together for the customers at Walmart with my apron and hat on at the booth. Then later I went to the John Paul Jones Arena to do security for RMC Events to work a game at UVA. On each break, I would study my science and then off to Walmart that night work third shift. Same thing for Sunday for my weekend routine, so in that time, I got about two hours of sleep and catnaps during breaks.
So Monday morning comes, and my cousin Cheryl noticed how tired I looked. I told her I had class in Harrisonburg at National College for science class, because it was my bachelors program first semester. She begged me not to go, but I said I’m driving to a four-hour class, that I’ll be fine, and I went.
I found myself nodding off in class and went to get something to eat, because we had a test that day. I ate the pizza and got back in the car back to Charlottesville, because I had to work at Walmart. I fell asleep behind the wheel about 30 miles away from town. I woke up heading toward two boulders and hit them. My car flipped and I blacked out before landing. As I landed, I said “Oh my GOD! I’m not ready to die!”
Ever since, I cannot remember what I learned at National College. This happened a week before graduation with my associates degree in May 2011.
Written at The Haven by Robert Payne on April 7, 2016.