Like a Rock

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BOOOOOOOM!
It is the 4th of July.
I use to love this time of year.
It was not too long ago, that July meant going to the lake and splashing around.

It meant riding deep into the Gunnison National Forest on Savannah to our secret place.

I was pretty alone in those days. I had grown accustomed to living in my head and others had grown accustomed to me just being a fluke. An oddball. That weird girl.

July meant rodeos, and cowboys in tight jeans with Skoal imprints in their back pockets.
It meant NO SCHOOL, and the farmers market with wonderful fresh veggies from pretty hippy girls in tie dyed dresses.

It was smells of alfalfa and hay and the sounds of buzzing bees zipping across meadows.
It was humming birds and fluffy billows of clouds lazily drifting across the deepest blue skies anyone has ever seen.

July and me were friends.

That changed one night, when July turned its back on me.

A crashing noise, glass shattering, scrunching metal...tumbling...falling....screaming.

I sat there after the tumbling stopped, confused and scared as the twisted truck sat at the bottom of the crevice. My only friend, sitting beside me, was not moving. The pretty face that was laughing just moments before was covered in blood and glass. I began to cry.

I could not move. I could only sit and watch through the place where the wind shield used to be - the one headlight that still worked slowly fading. I tried to get out, but I could not. I was squished. I was going to die.

I prayed...and cried..and tried to shake Jill awake. I worried that I was not wearing panties, and I thought of how much it would cost to fix my truck. I knew no one would find us...not down here...not 200 yards from the road at 9000 feet.

I sat in the dark, only the teenie bit of yellow light to comfort me. I hurt in so many places and I could feel me giving up. I did not want to be without my friend. There was too much blood, I closed my eyes and wept, waiting for my Savior to take me home.

I faintly remember the sounds of men shouting, and saws and a kind voice saying ..."Miss, Miss....can you hear me"....and then the voice saying "they are both breathing". The sounds were distant, and the next thing I felt was pain as the EMT's roped the stretchers up the side of the mountain. I just wanted to give up.

I died on the way down the mountain and missed the kewl helicopter ride to St. Mary's, but I did wake up days later and Jill made it through too.

It is true, that our lives were changed forever. Nothing would ever be the same. It was tough enough being that mute weird girl who lived down at the Lazy W, but now I had new things to overcome. Things I have overcome only by the Grace of my God and the kindness of my friends and family in Moove.

I write this for two reasons. Not for pity or for people to feel sorry for me as some have said before. I write this I guess because it is a therapy for my head.....a way to fight fears that hide in my soul for 11 months of the year, to chase away the nightmares that creep up on me like a coyote stalking a doe.

I also wrote this to show you what just a few extra beers can do. The man that hit us was just a good person who drank too many beers after work. His life forever changed. He lost his job and was sent back to Mexico to try to find new ways to support his family and take care of his babies. All for an extra beer.

Jill still struggles with guilt as the driver of my truck, even though nothing was her fault. We both have battle scars that makes that swim suit stay in the drawer, and I no longer really think of July as my friend, although I try to forgive it like I have done with the man who sent my life in a new direction.

So as I have pleaded and begged so many times in the past, please....do whatever it takes to keep the keys away from anyone who has been drinking. I was lucky. I did not have babies to take care of, or a family to support, but many who die every year leave behind children, wives and husbands who will weep every night for their loss. You can keep more from losing their joys. By being vigilant, you can stop more from weeping. By being responsible, you may save more lives than you can even imagine. I beg of you all, to stop this madness. I love you all.

Peace and Love
Tory

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[sologtk]

Wonderful...!!

[RazzFilms]

I really liked this video. It took two or three views to fully get it, but it was worth it. Would like to see a full animation of this.

[fordfan62]

This song is soo bloody true,inspires me to beat cancer twice,and I have beaten it.

[ExodusofAngels]

Still my favorite video from you Tory. Good choice for today - Drunk Driving Awareness Day - May 26th. Betty and I love you angel.

[BlueToneStudios]

Still a rock for the people of Moove :-)

Nice song great video...hope everyone hears the message TT

[BEASTY0124]

It is not the beauty one sees that counts, but the beauty within one's heart.

By what & how you type, I believe you still to be a beautiful Lady...the heart never lies...it just is what it is.

*respectful bow*

[ryanlynn146]

Love ya Bob, from when I first heard you in the early 70s, I know you would be a star. Thanks to you and the band for playing at Ford Field in Livonia, MIchigan. For Bentley High School. You gave me great music to dance too. cat

[777followerofchrist]

great song 5/5

[tad20200]

this song keeps any1 going if there goin through rogh times. reminds you that your strong, strong like a rock.

[pixiekanti]

good song.

[llh703]

Thank you Tory for sharing you thoughts with us. This video is special to me also, as I when younger was a very beautiful girl, thinking the world owed me. There was nothing I couldnt do..I was as strong as a rock. Still am, but the beauty has faded and time has past, and I only have the memories of how good I once had it, now gone...