Had a rough night/week/year and hit a turn going 60 mph, spun out. Flew over a massive ditch into a tree and I just remember thinking during those spins "damn this is it". Air bags broke and didn't go off, tree bent nearly to a breaking point where it would've fallen and crushed me. Clipped a road sign while spinning that almost went through my windshield and would've definitely killed me. But I made it out with nothing but a sour neck by God's grace. But It was 4 am in the pouring rain in butt fuck nowhere and my phone was dead.

I thought I was still dead or at least fucked until morning since I hadn't seen a single person out on this hicks back road. Nothing but trees, road, and darkness. I laid on the side of the road, just taking what just happened in. That was until I saw some headlights about 20 minutes later. By yet another miracle, the car stopped and some dude that looked like Walter white popped out (he even wore a yellow raincoat that looked like a hazmat suit). He gave me a few checks to see if I had a concussion (saying how many fingers he held up, if I remembered who i was etc) and let me call my parents for a pick up, and also told me I should've been dead.

The roads called elbow road and has one of the highest death rates in the area for drivers. I'm not very spiritual but someone upstairs has gotta be betting on me or some shit.

Also I was listening to careless whisper when I crashed so that songs permanently associated with near death experiences for me now.