I have noticed that things go “in slow motion” at the moment of danger. Yesterday I was watching a movie. There was a head-on 2 cars collision, and the crash was shown as driver could see it, and really slow. It brought back my memory of a car crash. I wasn’t the one driving, but it is still an interesting story: I was in the passenger seat as my brother was driving. It was winter, so the roads were rather icy. My brother was eating KFC, talking on his cell phone, and thought we were in four wheel drive. We weren’t. As we headed up a hill, we hit an icy patch and went into a fast spin. Everything slowed down at once, like 5 frames a second. My brother was talking to my mother on the cell phone, and simply sat quietly, listening to her speak, as he tried to pull us out of our whirlwind of death. It felt like it all took few minutes, but probably it took 10 seconds or so.
Eventually my brother managed to bring us to a stop in the ditch (right next to a telephone pole) and said calmly, “Mom, I gotta go.” He clapped his cell phone shut, turned to me, and went “Holy SHIT.”
I noticed I had dropped my chicken. We have survived.
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