A trip to Oristano during which he nearly died. A car plowed into the one he was traveling in with his partner, from Abbasanta to the capital, at breakneck speed. His vehicle was crushed and destroyed; he was taken to the hospital in serious condition. And now, almost a month after that terrible crash on the 131 highway, which could have cost him his life, Guido Di Gennario Majone—as he uses his Facebook profile— has decided to share what happened that rainy morning, September 10th, and in the days that followed.
On Wednesday, September 10th, we were on our way to Oristano, we had two appointments. It had rained all night and was still raining. We got onto the 131, visibility was very poor, I thought we'd be late, we had to proceed slowly and carefully, definitely no faster than 80 km/h.
We passed the junction with the 131 from Nuoro, and passed the Autogrill. I kept an eye on the road ahead and behind with my mirror. Clear in front and clear in back. As I exited the bend, I saw cars ahead moving slowly, perhaps some were stationary. I slowed down from 80 to 60, maybe 50.
At that moment all hell broke loose and my memory, from that moment on, erased everything, perhaps what happened remained in my unconscious.
A Mercedes, without my seeing it, appeared behind me, it was definitely going over 180 km/h, it was being pushed at that insane speed by a madman, or a criminal, or both - take your pick - with no regard for the lives of anyone on that road.
The Mercedes entered our Lancia Lybra Station Wagon, a long, heavy, and sturdy car, and split it open like a stick of butter.
The Lybra shot forward and spun around, and when it stopped it was facing the wrong way on the right side of the road.
Only a Mighty Hand has kept us alive in this world. And another miracle happened for Patricia: due to her condition and the medications she still takes, her bones are extremely fragile, yet she hasn't suffered any fractures.
It took over two hours for us to be extracted from the wreckage and taken to the San Martino emergency room.
I was hospitalized for 15 days, suffering from a fractured spine, a concussion with effusion, fractured ribs, a fractured left shoulder, and cuts and bruises all over my body. Patricia, on the other hand, suffered "only" a concussion, a severe facial contusion, a deep wound on her head, bruises to various parts of her body, and muscle stiffness.
During my hospital stay, Patricia, despite needing complete rest, came to help me in the hospital every day by taking the train, showing me immense love.
My reaction to this tragedy was only sadness: the sadness that a person, with no regard for the lives of anyone on that road, deliberately stepped on the accelerator, knowing full well that at that insane speed he would cause an accident; and afterwards, another sad thing, he didn't look for us at least to find out if we were alive or dead after what he had caused.
We're home now, but after almost a month, we still have terrible headaches and a feeling of profound fatigue. I can only sit or stand with the use of a brace, and my movements are very limited. We need silence, tranquility, and rest.
(Unioneonline/E.Fr.)