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Carol Perkins: Life Threatening Experience Carol Perkins, Edmonton, KY, author, always sees life in a humorous way, even when events could have put her in the hospital. The next earlier Carol Sullivan Perkins column, The Pumpkin Patch By Carol Perkins I have had a few life threatening experiences. Not those that have landed me in a hospital, but the experiences that had the potential to do so. The first one was when I was still living at home. After supper, I rose quickly from the kitchen table and knocked myself senseless on a cabinet door that had been left open. If the door had been slightly sharper underneath, it would have split my head down the middle like a cantaloupe. I probably should have gone to ER, but I shook it off and insisted I was fine. I wasn't. Severe headaches stayed with me for days, but I didn't tell anyone. Imperiled on Beta trip to National Convention in New Orleans Another moment was when I chaperoned a group of Beta students to a national convention in New Orleans. The entire trip was a fiasco. We shared a tour bus with sponsors and kids from other parts of the state who didn't necessarily believe in a quiet ride. The driver looked in his mirror to watch the inside of the bus rather than watching the road. The bus driver was a senior citizen. Honestly, I thought he was old, but maybe at the time he was only in his sixties. I never was fully confident that he was going to deliver us safely. I kept my eye on him while others slept, fearing he was going to doze off. We had no back up driver. Once in the city, he had a difficult time maneuvering through the French Quarter, where our hotel was located. The streets were barely wide enough for one car, so he finally pulled very close to a restaurant across the street, almost onto the sidewalk. I knew he wasn't supposed to have done that, but I got off with the others. When he lifted the side where the luggage was stored, he told us to get our luggage fast because he was parked illegally. Then he returned to the bus. The other kids (not ours) knocked us older folks out of the way to get theirs first. I stood aside and waited. Just as I dragged mine from the belly of the bus, someone lowered the sides and the bus began to move. I watched as he tried to make a sharp left, but there wasn't room. I don't know what he did or how he did it, but before I could get out of the way, he began to parallel park in the same spot from where he had moved, but this time he literally closed in on the restaurant wall and me so tightly, I couldn't move. I banged on the rear of the bus, but he couldn't hear me. Soon I was trapped and could no longer raise my arms to hit the sides. I thought I was going to be the morning news. Miraculously, the tour guide saw us (a couple of others were trapped with me) and frantically beat on the bus door, ordering him to stop. Had she not been there, the driver would have never known what had happened. I don't think he ever used his mirrors. Because of that trip, I fear going on bus trips. Bombarded by fireworks fallout Another incident was with fireworks. I was enjoying a fireworks show on the 4th of July at a friend's house. Sitting in a circle alongside the street and admiring each display are what one does on the fourth, but this night was different. After one of the most beautiful blasts, something fell from the sky, like a bullet, and hit me in the center of my head. Stunned. I was stunned. My head bobbled around like one of those doll heads on a spring. I was dizzy and woozy. I remember turning to the person sitting next to me and saying, "Something just hit me in the head that felt like a baseball." We reasoned it must have been the aftermath of the fireworks. I thought it might have been space junk. I have wondered if that blow might be the reason I can't remember anything! Could it be why I now get far away from fireworks as I can? Even during the Sesquicentennial display, I worried about what might fall on me. I longed for an umbrella. The bus accident could have mashed me to my death and the other two could have left me with severe brain damaged. When I leave this world, I am almost certain it won't be from natural causes. A tree will fall on me or I will be walking in the yard and a deer run over me. I will go out with a story for others to tell. - Carol Perkins (My second book, Let's Keep Talking, has just been released and will be on sale beginning today at Ivy Bookstore in Glasgow for $15. I will also be signing copies at the Uptown Design booth at the Pumpkin Festival Saturday. I look forward to seeing you. Please contact me at cperkins@scrtc.com if you have questions. -Carol) This story was posted on 2010-11-14 07:26:48
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