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When I was seventeen I was involved in a terrible bus accident that almost cost me my life. The accident occured fifty miles from my destination wich was Fairbanks, Alaska on August twenty seventh ninety ninety nine. I was headed to fairbanks so I could attend the college there. I wanted to attend a college there because that is where I planned to teach a kindergarten class. Besides me there were five other people on the bus. There was a the teacher, a farmer ,a preacher, a secretary and a driver. Out of the six of us three of us survived the bus accident. The secretary, the driver, and me all survived the accident. while the teacher, the preacher, and the farmer all died. I am going to tell you what happened from the time I bordered the bus till the funerals for the three that died.
On August twentieth I left from Washington to Whitehorse, Canada. Once in Canada I boarded the bus on August twenty sixth. Once on the bus the teacher came up to where I was sitting and sat next to me and said, "You do not mind if I sit hear do you." I said, "no, go ahead." "My name is Cassie, what is your name?" the teacher asked. "My name is katy" I answered. "What are you headed to Alaska for?" she asked. "I am going to go to the college there and hopefully become a kindergarten teacher." I answered. "I am going to go to the college to except I am already a kindergarten teacher but I would like to teach a higher grade so that is why I am going back to college" the teacher said. "Come and meet my friends" the teacher added. "Okay" I said. "Hi, this is katy. Introduce yourselves" the teacher said. "I am cassie the secretary." "I am Bob the driver." "I am Eddie the preacher." "And I am John the farmer." They all said. I said, "I am katy"
Once the bus left all of us were talking and having fun. When we were done talking we noticed it was already three in the morning. I went up to the driver a said, "When are we going to be stopping for the night?" He said we will be stopping in the next town." Okay thanks" I said as I went to sit sit down. We never made it to the town though.
About at three twenty we were ten miles from the town. This is where the accident happened. The driver never saw a stop sign so we kept on going but there was this eighteen wheeler in the road. When the driver saw the bus he hit the brakes but the eighteen wheeler did not stop.
The eighteen wheeler ran smack dab into the bus. The bus then went over the steep cliff. The driver of the bus was thrown out of the bus and was knocked out. The driver of the eighteen wheeler was knocked out also. Going down the slope was horrible. The bus was turning over and over. The sound of every thing around the bus. Then the final noise is when we landed on the bottom of the slope then it was all quiet. When the bus got to the bottom of the slope the teacher, the secretary, and me were the ones who were not knocked out. The teacher yelled out "is anyone up." The secretary and I yelled "Yes." Then the teacher said, "The farmer is dead. Does anyone know about the preacher." Since the preacher was next to me I looked over and saw a piece of metal driven through his heart. I yelled, "yes, he is dead also." The teacher asked if we were all right. The secretary said, "My leg is broken and I can not get out I am stuck." I said, "I can not move, and I am having a really hard time breathing." I then asked, "How about you?" The teacher said, "I have something in my kidney. I am going to die. What ever you do do not fall asleep especially you katy." "I am not going to survive I am also going to die." I said. The teacher said, "No, you are going to survive, I know you will, you have to believe that you will survive. I know you have a good future for yourself teaching the young kids. You have to believe that you will survive. Okay." I said "Okay" There was no reply I yelled the teachers name a few times. The teacher had died.
I was on the bus for two hours believing that I can survive. For those two hours it was cold and gloomy. To stay awake the secretary and I talked. When the rescuers got to the bus they yelled, "If some one is alive say something so we can locate you." The secretary and I both said, "Over hear." When we were out they asked if any one else was on the bus. We told them who was all on the bus. They said the driver is alive and everyone else was dead.
I was in the hospital for one week then I was admitted out. During the three funerals I told them what happened how the teacher saved my life. When I went up to the crash site I saw three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway. I wondered why there was not four. I knew only heaven knew why there is only is three. Every year I go back to the crash site with the class I ended up teaching after college. I would thank the teacher for saving my life. Every year when I went there were still three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.
A singer of the name of randy travis heard of the accident and he wrote a song called three wooden crosses. And hear is how it goes:
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher
Riding on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One was headed for vacation, one for higher education
Two of them were searching for lost souls
The driver never ever saw the stop sign
and eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime
chorus: There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway why there is not four of them heaven only knows I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you it's what you leave behind you when you go
That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres the faith and love for growing things in his young sons heart and that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children did her best to give 'em all a better start and that whispered can't you see the promise land as he laid his bloodstained bible in that hookers hand
that story that our preacher told last sunday as he held up the bloodstained bible for all of us to see he said bless the farmer and the teacher and that preacher who gave this bible to my moma who read it to me
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway why there is not four of them now I guess we know it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you it's what you leave behind you when you go there are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.
(The song is really a song from Randy Travis. I f it was not for the song this story would of never been wrote. That is why I included the song.)
No this did not happen