Last Night’s Drive Home

There’s nothing quite like almost hitting the body of a dead pedestrian in the road to remind you that life is precious. I drove through the scene of a horrific accident about a minute after it happened. A pedestrian was crossing the highway when they were hit by an 18 wheeler. I was on my way home last night when I came upon the scene.

The accident happened at about 1:35 am, it was very dark. I had just come off the overpass from Highway 290 and merged onto I-35. As I was merging into the traffic on I-35, I made out in the shadows that there was an 18 wheeler laying on it’s side, and on the concrete divider.

I noticed that the road way was very wet and covered with something red and there were bits of what looked like flesh everywhere. My first thought, was that the 18 wheeler hit a dog, a very big dog and I was seeing the remnants of it on the road. That’s when I saw the body.

I quickly realized that it wasn’t a dog or some kind of animal because the body on the road in front of me was wearing jeans and a white shirt. My brain, almost in slow motion, processed that it was a dead person on the road and I saw that there was no head attached to the body, there were no arms, and only stumps for legs.

I realized that I was driving over the bits and pieces of the remains of this person, at 50 miles an hour.

Still in slow motion, I had the wherewithal to apply my brakes and swerve to avoid hitting the body where it lay on the road. There was so much blood that my car slid for a bit until my tires gripped and I was able to get around the body without hitting it.

I saw a few cars stopping to render aid, but I couldn’t stop.

I was freaking out.

I did not want to be the one to find the person’s head, or a limb or anything like that. Plus, there was the smell. I just couldn’t deal with it.

I don’t know that there was anything that I could have done to help anyway.

I started to reach for my phone to call 911, when I noticed there were a lot of police cars already en route to the scene. I just drove home, slowly. I think I’m still in shock about what I saw.

I’m glad I didn’t see the actual accident happen.

I feel sorry for this person and for the truck driver who was doing nothing more than just doing his job.


Rafael is an aviation geek, a consumer advocate, a dad, a multiple personality blogger, a photographer, politically opinionated, a videographer and many other things as well.