Life is as usual. Traffic is slow, tempers are short, people are all on their way home or to the Twins game. You survey the people around you. You see many drivers on their cellphones, using this to pass the time in this traffic. You can imagine their conversations. The girl next to you is on her cell is just calling her friends and discussing weekend plans in this stop and go traffic. The man in the rearview mirror is calling his wife, telling her he would be a tad late for dinner. Then, without warning, you're in a free fall like on a roller coaster, except this plunge is into the Mississippi. All your senses jerk awake from the lull of the traffic that you had just been in a second ago. Your mind is reeling, trying to grab onto any coherent thoughts within reach. You're torn inside. You want this free fall into abyss to end, yet you fear the feel of concrete ground.
This isn't a story, it's life on 35W at 6:05 pm, Wednesday, August 31st, 2007. I keep wanting to wake up, like it was all a dream as these images flash before my eyes. It feels chilling to know I've driven across the bridge before, to know my friends could have been on the bridge when it collapsed. Just because its a cliche doesn't mean it's not true. Life truly changes in a blink of an eye. Life is fragile.
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