Several other people and I were in a car, headed to a place where we meditated together. The fellow driving the car was about 25 years old. He was driving too fast, and just as we were about to reach our destination, he began driving recklessly. Suddenly the car turned over and began sliding down the road. I was lying on my side and through the window could see objects coming toward me. I thought about putting my hands in front of my face, but I didn't.

Finally we hit something and I was thrown out of the car. I lay on the ground, curled up on my side. I could tell I wasn't hurt, but I didn't move. I lay as if I were sleeping, listening to the other people moving around. I lay for about five minutes, during which no one said anything to me or tried to help me.

Finally I rose and began moving around. The man who had wrecked the car was angry with himself. He was trying to put some pieces back on the car.

I recalled that a couple other people in the group had likewise recently had auto accidents. I decided I no longer wanted to ride with anyone from the group anymore. They were too dangerous.

The car was sitting upright. Both sides of the car had been torn off, but it didn't look bad. It looked like a hopped-up roadster. When I began looking the car over, I discovered that a boy (about 15 years old) was under the car. I could see him through a hole in the car. I asked him if he was all right and he said he thought he had a broken bone. He asked me if I could help him and I said I would. I reached under his arm and began trying to pull him up.

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