Dearest Kalan,

I almost joined you up there, buddy. There's nothing like a near-death experience to shock you into living...or out of it. I've never been so blindingly terrified in my entire life. When I lost control of the truck, I thought of nothing. Only trying my damnedest to get it back in my control. I was so scared, I felt the panic surge through my chest yet I didn't have any time to process the fear. I only thought of gaining back control...and I didn't, I just couldn't.
My life was not in my hands.

The truck kept swerving...left, right, right, left...back and forth. Until finally, it swerved sharply towards the right, searing through two lanes. Oh God, was I terrified. And then that UD carrier materialized out of nowhere. And I was heading straight for it.
This is it, I thought, I'm dead.

I didn't think of those I loved dear, there were no flashbacks of family or friends, nor were there warm memories to comfort my "final" moments. There was only terror, panic, and that final realization: This is it. This is it.

And then we collided.

And all was still. For those next few moments, I could only look wide-eyed at the steering wheel. Was I waiting for some other impact? This couldn't be it. There had to be more.

Kalan, Kalan, I'm in shock still. I am in one piece, safe from any harm. There could have been so many elements against me and there was none. None! Think of how many cars I could have hit, how I could have flipped over, or been threwn from my seat. Yet I was completely from harm, in the middle of Rush Hour on a busy freeway.

My God...I could have died. I could have sworn I was. I always thought I was going to die before I was twenty, in a car accident, no less. That is why I was always terrified of driving, why I put it off for so long. And look how I barely escaped death's grasp.

Or how it mercifully pulled away.

Kalan, I'm alive. I'm so scared but I'm alive...
Kalan, Kalan, Kalan...Was this how it was for you?
No, only much worse.

Love,
Your youngest sister