Write a story ending with careless leads to accidents
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Before the summer of 2003, I lived life in the fast lane. I did everything fast. I drove fast, I worked fast, and I liked to get things fast. Like many teenagers today, I felt invincible and like I would live forever. I never really considered the immediate consequences or the long term results of actions, until the day my life and my car were flipped upside down.
It was a gorgeous June afternoon, and summer had just begun. I had just received my license, and I could not wait to go cruising in my parents new yellow Ford Expedition. I had spent the day at my friend's house and was now on my way home. I was almost home. I just had to turn onto the gravel road for a shortcut to get to my house. I was trying to turn and put my favorite cd in simultaneously. I guess I was going a little too fast, because all of a sudden, I found myself lying in the ditch, and my truck beside me. Then, I realized a bitter taste of blood in my mouth. I slowly got up on one leg and struggled and crawled up to the road. It seemed as though no one would ever see me, and just as I lost hope, there was an old white pickup coming down the road. I used all my might to wave it down. The man in the truck started to slow down. His appearance was that of a farmer, and he did not have any way of calling for help. He waited with me and calmed me down. It seemed like an hour before another car came down the road, but in actuality it was only 10 minutes