Traffic stopped and it was then when we realized that there were several cars involved in the accident.A dump truck hadn't noticed the backed up traffic for Six Flags until it was too late and hit a mini van, pushing it off the road and onto a service road where it hit the hill on the other side. The mini-van was on fire and our youth leaders prayed with us that no one would be hurt. I mean, this was a very bad accident and we found out nearly thirty minutes later that there had been fatalities. We sat there for three hours, so close to the scene and close to the amusement park.
The police wouldn't let us walk to Six Flags. The wreck took up so much room on the highway, that we couldn't get passed.
I called my grandpa on a friend's cell phone and broke down. I hoped that the people in the mini-van died quickly and painlessly, instead of burning, trapped in a car. I guess the whole witnessing of the fire, not being able to enjoy myself in the park, and being cooped up in a hot bus were all getting to me.
Long story short, five people were killed, most of them were children. Twelve people were hospitalized, and our buses were right there to witness everything for three hours. It made me realize that I have to be ready at all times because you never know when God decides to end your life to be with him in heaven.
Thanks for reading all this. I just need to talk to someone about it.
You can even see our buses in this photo.
A scanned newspaper clipping.
