what a day
i usually don't tell about things that happen in my day, but this is worth telling. tonight i was driving my sister's car as she and i and our bro were on our way home from john's place. esta's car has always made weird noises ever since she bought it (about 2 weeks ago) so that was nothing new. also she was in an accident last weekend but not an extremely bad one, she just dented the front corner of her car a bit and busted the cover on one of the headlights. disregarding all of that for the moment, we were driving home and i had just pulled onto our street when the radio and A/C cut off, followed by the lights, followed by the steering and brakes and the entire car. needless to say we were slightly worried, but i managed to somehow maneuver the car over next to the curb and put it into park. we were all getting out when esta noticed the hood of the car was smoking, but no big deal right? i mean, that happens to everyone at some point. problem was, we stood there trying to figure out what to do and instead of a little bit of smoke rising from the car, clouds and clouds of it started to come out of nowhere. we kinda stood there staring, not knowing what was up, and then finally sent dave to run down the street and wake our dad up so he could help. anyway after dave left, esta and i were just staring at the car, watching and worried, when she gives me this omigosh look and points out that smoke is filling the INSIDE of the car. she went over and pulled one of the doors open to check it out and smoke just came billowing out of the door, so then she opened both the driver-side door and the passenger-side door, i think in an effort to cool the car off. the smoke didn't stop, and we were really getting nervous because dave was taking forever to come back with dad. finally they come walking down the street, and somehow it seems at the same moment, the smoke inside the car decided to turn into flames. in that same moment, everyone was freaking out, my dad running to slam the car doors shut and one of my brothers running home to call 911, and then my dad screaming at us to get the heck out of there. me grabbing esta who was in tears and pulling her along as i ran down the street away from the car, praying and glancing behind us, watching the fire grow. it seemed like we stood and watched forever, but i'm sure that it was really only a few minutes before the fire died down and it was just smoke again. shortly after that the fire department arrived and sprayed the car down until it was just a mass of burnt rubber and charred car parts.we're ok. the car needs some work (a lot of work) but it may turn out to be ok also. and for some reason, that seems like it should be one of those life-changing things that puts everything into perspective. but it's not. i'm so sad for my sister, and for all the hard times she's facing right now. but it makes things harder, not different.
i'm so tired now; all i can think of is sleep.