OMG, I am so lucky right now! I just wrecked my car, but it SHOULD have flipped and it didn't!!! Aah!!!

Okay, here's what happened. (It's a bit choppy, but that's how it happened. It was so fast, I didn't know WHAT happened!)

I called my youth minister to ask about the initiation party tonight (for the new youth members), and realized I was an hour late. So, there I go, throwing all my stuff together - swimsuit, clothes, and purse - and went flying out the door. I get in my '06 Cobalt and I go. I remember looking at the speedometer once, and it read 65 mph.

So, I'm driving. It's about a 20-25 minute drive to the place. I get halfway there in ten minutes. I turn onto the road, and I go. I pass this white car full of college-age boys on the way, and keep going.

Then it happened. The driveway is a lot closer than I always assume it is; I think that it's farther down the street than that. So, I get right on it, I'm still going 65 mph, and I slam on the brakes. My brakes locked up, I turned toward the driveway to avoid going off in this six-feet-deep, eight-feet-wide ditch (because this is a curve) and skid. I don't really remember what happened next, because my mind went blank.

Turns out, I hit the gravel in front of her driveway, slipped, and plowed headfirst into the mailbox. THEN I jumped a CULVERT!! The mailbox got caught underneath my car and was stuck; I apparently landed on top of it, and it's all that kept me from flipping. My car turned up on the driver's side while it was midair! I hit this really steep slope, on the side of the mentioned ditch, and bounced up onto the ledge. From there, I rolled about three feet and stopped, which was still far enough to stabilize the car.

I don't remember hitting my head; I DO know I locked my arms, took my feet off the pedals, and kept the wheel straight, because I hurt like hell now. I hit that ground so hard! Ouch!

The guys stopped immediately and ran over, checking on me before studying my car. I busted the radiator and air conditioner, I know. It's still too soon to tell the full damage...

But I'm okay. Thanks to a pancaked mailbox, which my youth minister has decided to give to me as a little joke. Surprisingly, no one is mad at me. Everyone's actually laughing about it! Even me, now that I've calmed down over the past hour!