While on my way home last evening from a hard day's work (seriously, I work hard---sometimes) I noticed a truck driving erratically on the access road running along side the freeway. Disobeying all traffic laws and signals he made his way onto the freeway with no one following. The truck was carrying a trailer with the ramps down...sparks flying everywhere. I knew something was amiss. A state trooper who just happened to be sitting at a gas station that this fool blew by, started a pursuit. Now, being married to a Sanders has turned me into sort of an "ambulance chaser". It sounds horrible, I know. I was way behind this 'chase'. My plans were to go home and get the boys, go get Chase a haircut, stop to get something to eat and run on to church for our revival. The pursuit detoured my plans. I should have gone on down 67/167 towards home but decided to continue north on I40 for a possible sighting, even though at this point, they were long gone. I decide to call off my own chase knowing that it was way out of my league. I exited the freeway at Springhill to continue home, eyeballs still peeled. I called Mike, who was still at work, to tell him of my adventure. When I reached the light at McCain I looked to my right and saw blue lights. There it was. I made a right thinking that it was just a traffic stop. The closer I got the worse it looked. By the time I got to the scene all I could see was smoke, mangled metal and the officer wrestling with the truck driver's arm that was hanging out of the mangled truck.
So, I knowwww....that totally sounds horrible....I can go to church anytime. I DO NOT even remember saying that! Even if I did, it was in passing conversation as a joke. I told him that I should be on my way to church. Church? he said.
Yeah, we're in revival.
Oh, he said, I was wondering why you were going to church on a Tuesday night. Where do you go to church?
Central Baptist.
Where's that he said?
I explained and he knew where it was. Oh yeah, I go by there all the time.
I tell him It's a good church...you outta come visit.
I SO hate that he put that in there. I feel like some skank dissing my church to be an ambulance chaser. I really feel bad about it.
I guess I really am a chaser. I like to call it being a concerned citizen.
So check out the video below. This reporter was really nice. He talked me into it and now I feel TOTALLY stupid for it. What was I thinking?
At least it had been a good hair day.
So late this morning I get a call from another reporter at Channel 11. she wants to come to my work and interview me. What? How did you even get m y work number? White pages.com. Good grief! Will you let me think about it? Sure, just call me back. 30 minutes later she called me back. O M G! She called like every 20 minuted for about 2 hours. I just couldn't do it. I felt so silly. She said I was the only witness that she could get a hold of. Whatever!
Click on the viedo link above the pictures of the wreckage.
Pray for those involved. A couple people looked really hurt.
Looking for blue lights,
~Shannon
Please don't think that I'm by any means making light of the accident.
It was very serious and very scary.
Chase and his girl, Allison
The corsage.
The boutinier (sp?) 
Dinner with friends at Carino's.
The plans were to meet at the Old Mill with some friends for pictures. The friends were late and I'm forever glad they were late. The temp was a warm and humid 36 degrees.
