Hair Supply Store

        At a hair supply store around town, the ladies that worked there asked me to share one of my most memorable stories, and I shared with them how I ended up living in Dothan, Al. I told them that it was an interesting story and they were excited to hear it. So I began telling them.

A little over a year ago, I was dating a guy named Micheal. He and I lived in two separate cities, two different states for that matter. He lived in Mount Pleasant, Michigan with his aunt, and I was living in Eufaula, Alabama in my uncle’s shed. I had hit a rough patch, and when he and I decided to become a couple, we made better living arrangements. Our original plan was to move to Michigan, and he and I get our own place within a few weeks. However, this did not happen.

        He and I made the plans and arranged with my mother to come down for a visit and she suggested that we stayed with her for a few weeks before I moved that far away from my family and friends. That’s definitely what we did, alright. I was working as a cashier at a little local restaurant, Michelle’s, and I had told them a week before hand that I was leaving at the end of the next week. I left Eufaula on a Thursday in early August. Micheal was supposed to be getting on a bus the next morning. As he was traveling to the bus station with his aunt, they were in an awful car wreck. When I found out about the accident, my initial questions were “Are you okay?” and “What happened?” His response was “Yes, but I’m in the hospital with a neck brace on. There was a cow in the middle of the road and the woman driving in front of us hit her first, and before we knew it, we had hit it too.” At that moment, I was crying and laughing because I felt like it was my fault he got into the wreck, but to get into a wreck with a cow is not something that you hear about every day.

        After the week, he couldn’t get another bus ticket until the following week. So, I stayed with my mother, getting the house cleaned up and prepared for him to get there. The week went by quickly, and I had begun learning my way around Dothan. The day came, and he got on a bus. He was on that bus for a good 26 hours, and arrived in Dothan at 8 a.m. We spent all of the first and second days together, until we got a phone call from my middle sister’s father. We were told that she needed to get out of North Carolina and move down to Alabama to spend time with her mother. My mother looked at me, and asked if we wanted to go with her, and of course I said yes. I hadn’t seen my sister in 9 years, minus 3 days in March of that year. Micheal just looked at me, and shook his head. I knew he was tired, but I knew he understood that I needed him to go with us.

        On Friday afternoon, we left Dothan. We get a couple hours down the road, and we decided to take an alternative route through Georgia. I don’t remember very much of this part of the trip, other than the fact that we ended up getting lost countless times. But it was worth it. Micheal and I spent a lot of the trip taking silly Snapchat photos and singing bad karaoke with the radio. As we get through and find Atlanta, my mother and I switched driving and it was late at night. As I’m driving down the road, I get an ominous feeling that something was about to go wrong, and I was right. At least for me. I was driving under a sign that said “this way for Greenville” and I start to head that way like I was supposed to. As I’m going around the bend, the bottom fell out of the sky. It began to storm out of nowhere. I got scared. I was terrified of driving in the rain, due to the fact that I was already having problems seeing in the dark, but I had Micheal helping stay on the road.