Risk Management Magazine

As the season's first winter mix began to fall, I made the prudent decision to send my team home early, advising them to beat the impending traffic. Unfortunately, I didn't take my own advice.

Shortly after the collision, my friend pulled up next to my car, yelling at me to respond. He’d seen the whole event transpire. All I heard was his muffled voice, but I couldn’t respond. I was dazed and confused. Once I came to, I looked at him in relief because I realized that if he could see me, I must have survived, which gave me an overwhelming sense of relief.

Hanging upside down in my seat, restrained by my seat belt, I was thinking, “How did I get here? What did I do to get myself in this situation?” All I could see through my windshield was the snow on the ground. Then, I suddenly heard knocking on my window and my buddy asking, "Scott, are you OK?"