We came upon a serious car accident on our way home last night. We had been at someone’s home for dinner, going through that ritual everyone must know where you say you should be getting home and then you stay for just a bit more conversation.
Well, last night I’m glad we stuck around for those extra few minutes.
A few minutes after getting on the motorway, the car in front of us slowed way down and pulled over — we were the first cars come up on the scene. One car was smushed on the shoulder while the other was perched on the railing in the middle of the motorway, with bits and pieces strewn in between. We hopped out of the car but someone ahead of the accident had also stopped and had already called emergency services, who arrived a couple minutes later.
We ended up sitting for over an hour, watching the police, paramedics, and firefighters work to stabilize the situation. Finally we were able to turn around, wind our way through the maze of emergency vehicles and large trucks parked behind us, exit the motorway, and drive to the next onramp to continue home.
It turns out that one of the cars had driven the wrong way down the motorway, causing the accident. If we had left dinner five or ten minutes earlier, we could easily have ended up in that accident ourselves. And, sadly, the driver of the other car died at the scene.
Although not an incident that inspires much happiness, it does make me exceptionally grateful for our health and safety.