11 percent

ok ok ok ok.
i think ive learned alot this weekend.
so there we were. some guy, some trucker guy fell asleep at the wheel, ran into both our cars, ran us right off the bridge into the water. it was kinda in slow mo, but you dont realize it. you dont realize that you are going to die untill you feel the pressure of the water, and then it starts to leak in. i knew i was going to die, and i knew she was going to die. she couldnt of been more than nine or ten years old, and here we were starring into each others eyes, dying. i wanted more than anything in the world for her to be saved, and then i saw it, i saw her chance. The robot dived into the water, coming right at me. SAVE HER i screamed. i screamed it again and again, SAVE HER SAVE HER! he hesitated, but he didnt listen. he saved me, and sara died. he made the "right" descision. he calculated our vitals and i had a 25 percent chance of survival. sara only had 11 percent. but sara, sara was somebodys baby. just a baby. a human woulda known, they woulda known to save her. they woulda know that 11 percent was enough for somebody's baby. 11 percent is more than enough.
11 percent is more than enough.