My favorite character in Romeo and Juliet is, Mercutio. I like the fact that he isn't a member of either family, but he ends up dying in their fray... He also has a weird sense of humor which I find very interesting.

My favorite actor is, Jon Heder. I know he doesn't make the most deep and serious movies, but i find him so hilarious... I simply love his movies:P

INVISIBLE PROTECTION

INVISIBLE PROTECTION

This story takes place about three years ago in my homeland Honduras. My little sister’s boyfriend had just won a huge band competition that took place in Honduras, and my sister convinced the family to go see him. You see, the finals were held in another state, so we had to make a six hour road trip to meet him. Before I go on with my story, I would like to tell you some things about my family and myself. When this took place I was in an excellent physical condition because I used to lift weights daily.

Whenever we went on road trips and my older sister drove (not the boyfriend one), she would always ask my mom or my little sister to sit on the passenger’s seat, or someone else that was traveling with us. She would never ask me to sit next to her. It’s important to mention that my mom and my little sister are both skinny and little more fragile than average women. My older sister is tougher, and she is so paranoid to the extent that sometimes she becomes really annoying. For example, she would always force everybody on the car to put on the seatbelts even if we were just going right across the corner. At that time we were sheltering a friend who had been a victim of domestic violence. I loved her very much, and care for her as a sister, but I must say that she was overweighed. Well, having said all this I can continue with my story.

The date this road trip took place was, September 22, 2007. For the record, my little sister’s birthday is on September 23rd. Everything went exactly the same way it always does, we packed our things the day before, and we woke up really early in the morning to fill the car with gas and to have the car checked just like we always do before a road trip. There was only one thing that was done differently. Before we got inside the car, my older sister asked me to sit on the passenger’s seat. I accepted without hesitation and with some joy, if I may add. This was a really strange thing for her to ask. The sitting arrangement was like this: as I have previously said, my older sister was driving and I was sitting on the passenger’s sit; my little sister and our overweighed but lovely friend were sitting on the back seats next to the windows, and last but not least, my gorgeous mom was sitting in the middle. Half way to our destination a storm began to pour on the road. It was raining so hard that it was difficult to see in front of you. But even so, my sister was driving really fast. My older sister is somewhat stubborn and hot headed, so she would just ignore our petitions to slow down. Whenever we asked her to slow down, she would just put a frown on her face and say something like, “I know what I’m doing” or “Who’s driving me or you?” I know what you must be thinking, but in her defense I must say she has changed a lot since that trip.

After an hour or so, it stopped raining. Everybody was feeling a lot calmer. We even began to sing along the track that was playing on the car stereo. We were 45 minutes away from our destination when a white car came out of nowhere and almost crashed against us. It didn’t hit us but when my sister tried to avoid it, our car started drifting uncontrollably. I will never forget the sound the tires made. I recall how I saw the palm trees go upside down. At that moment I thought, we are all going to die. The next thing, all of the sudden the car ceiling shrunk, my only reaction was to put my hands up to try to stop it from crushing me. All I could see was sparkles all around me, and a sound so hard I don’t know how to explain. It felt like an eternity, I remember how I desperately pushed the ceiling with all my strength praying to God not to take away from me any members of my family. When the car finally stopped moving I shouted to my mom, getting no response. I guess this was the most frustrating moment of my life. All I could hear was silence. The next thing I thought was that the car might explode and that I needed to help my family. I unbuckled my seatbelt but I was trapped between the ceiling and my seat. I managed to free myself but I couldn’t get out of the car. The only available exit I had was my door window, but the crash had reduced it to a really small hole. First I tried to get my head out and crawl out of the car, but when I reached out to try to get out. I burned my hand real bad with the car door that had been heated up by the friction against the road. So I did the opposite and took me feet outside first. When I finally got out, I saw my mom and my little sister running around, and my friend helping my older sister get out of the car. They were all safe. We were helped by a family that lived right in front of where the accident took place. As we all hugged each other, I just kept repeating to myself, we are alive, we are all here.

It’s amazing how the accident was so perfect, I know it sounds strange but, think about this. If someone else would have been sitting where I was, they wouldn’t have been able to get out or hold the ceiling. Well actually I thought I had stopped the ceiling from crushing me, what really happened was that when I pushed the ceiling it pushed me away from it. When I saw the car in the junkyard the ceiling had an ax shaped figure that was exactly where my head was. You see most probably my little sister or my mom would have been injured really bad or in the worst case, they could have been killed. My friend was tougher than them, but with her overweight problem, she would not have been able to get out through the small window hole. After the accident we could have been hit by other cars passing by, but the car sided to the side of the road. Where there was no danger at all. We also were really close to a cliff, but we didn’t slide that far. So it really makes you think, that we had an invisible protection from our Heavenly Father. In the end, my sister spent her birthday on the hospital and we all missed the concert. But hey, we were all alive to tell the story.