I blame it on the tryptophan in the turkey sandwich I had for lunch. But, then again, maybe it was destiny…. One way or another, it really was some kind of miracle that I survived.
The accident happened at the very end of my first big traveling adventure. In June of 1992, I finished my appointed position as an attorney for the State of New York court system. Instead of accepting one of several high paying job offers from large corporate law firms, I decided to cash in my savings account and go traveling for a year to “find myself.” I spent several months driving around the United States in my pick-up truck. I camped out and hiked in numerous national parks and visited lots of famous tourist attractions. Then, in October of 1992, I dropped my truck off at a friend’s house in Houston, Texas and headed south by public transport (bus, boat, train, hitch-hike). I made my way through all of Central America and down into South America. My plan was to go all the way to the Southern tip of Chile but my money started to run low in Bolivia so I had to fly back to the United States. I landed in Houston, picked up my truck at my friend’s house in late April 1993 and started driving north. I took my time on the drive because I wanted to visit a few more national parks (the swamps of Louisiana and the Ozark mountains were awesome). When I finally arrived in my home state of New York, it was early June of 1993, I had been on the road for over 11 months and I had covered over fifteen thousand miles.
My savings were almost completely gone by then so I figured I would go and stay with my parents in Plattsburgh, NY while I re-adjusted to normal life and applied for jobs. Over the course of my travels, I had decided that I didn’t really want to work for a corporate law firm. Instead, I wanted to practice some kind of public service law even though I was not sure exactly what kind of public service law. Unfortunately, now that I was back in the country I was also totally broke so I was thinking that I might have to do the corporate thing for a while just to get my financial house in order. Plattsburgh is in the far northern tip of upstate NY by the Canadian border but I stopped off in the state capital of Albany to have lunch with a lawyer friend (Kevin) before going the last 150 miles to my parent’s house. During lunch, I had a delicious turkey sandwich and learned from my friend that there was an opening at the corporate law firm where he worked. He was just an associate so he couldn’t offer me the position himself but he was fairly certain that with my stellar resume and a few recommendations from the Appeals Court judges we both used to work for, I could get the job without a doubt. He really wanted me to come work with him and he talked up the perks and possibilities of working as a corporate lawyer in the state capital. So that is what I was thinking about as I drove the last 150 miles of my 15,000 mile journey…
I really don’t want to be a corporate lawyer. I tried that already. I worked briefly for one of the biggest corporate law firms in New York City before accepting my two year appointment with the NY state court system. They loved me on Wall Street (or loved my legal brain) and wanted me to return but I hated it. Asshole lawyers full of bullshit working to help corporations ruin the world. The money was great but the atmosphere was poisonous to my soul. Working for a smaller corporate firm in Albany might be a little less toxic than working with those Wall Street psychopaths but probably not much… Same same but different. The whole point of taking a year off to travel was to find myself. If I go back to corporate law, what was the point of the whole journey? But what do I want to do? Public service law? Yeah, but what kind? Environmental? Civil Rights? Public defender? I don’t know. I guess I didn’t find myself because I don’t know what the hell I want to do and now I’m totally broke. I only have a few hundred dollars left in my savings account and I have student loans to pay. My parents will feed me and let me stay in my childhood bedroom if I want but that will drive me insane after a week or two. I’m gonna have to get a job fast, very fast. A corporate law firm in Albany is the logical, rational decision. I should follow up on Kevin’s lead and give his firm a call on Monday morning. Is it really my destiny to be a corporate lawyer in Albany, NY? Somehow, it just doesn’t seem right….
I was 40 minutes past Albany in between the last Saratoga exit and the first Glenn’s Falls exit on interstate 87 going north when I fell asleep at the wheel. I don’t actually remember falling asleep but I do remember waking up. The bumpy ground on the side of the highway startled me into consciousness. My eyes popped open and I found myself going about 60 miles an hour tilted sideways on the edge of a steep ditch or embankment. Without thinking, I turned the wheel to the left to get back on the highway but I must have turned the wheel too quickly. The truck flipped onto it’s side and then onto the roof and then on to the opposite side as it careened across to the other side of the highway and eventually slid to a standstill. Inside the truck, I was not wearing a seatbelt. As the vehicle began it’s 360 degree roll across the highway, I instinctively pulled my knees to my chest and tucked my head. All the windows of the vehicle shattered into a million pieces as I bounced around inside the cab like a basketball. When the truck finally slid to a stop on it’s side, I found myself on the floor of the passenger side with a pile of broken glass in the seat next to me. Somewhat incredibly, I did not seem to be seriously injured. I had a nasty raspberry on my ass and lower back from rubbing against the seat during my basketball bounce but I had no broken bones or open wounds. I managed to stand up by putting my feet on the passenger side door that was now on the ground and I climbed out through the smashed driver side window that was now the upside of the vehicle. Continue reading