I must be cursed. There is no other possible explanation. God decided that whatever it is that I wanted to do, it would go awry. Now here I am, watching my life come to an end; but first, let’s go back a bit.

Ever since I was young, I loved to go on long drives. Hopping into the minivan with my family and going on a road trip was always a joy. There’s something about just driving and seeing the world go by that is so invigorating. When I turned 16 and got my license, I was elated; I even got a job on a nearby farm driving tractors for the nice, old gentleman working there.

That is when the first incident happened. 

One day as I was returning to the farmhouse from the field, a young woman ran out onto the road chasing her dog that seemed to have gotten loose. Luckily, I was able to avoid hitting either of them, but the woman still collapsed. It turned out she got so frightened of the tractor that she had a heart attack and died there on the spot. Even though I quit immediately after, this incident failed to discourage me from driving.

The next incident happened after I graduated high school. I got a job as a subway driver. The first couple of years were peaceful. Well, as peaceful as you could expect from the subway. One day, a middle-aged man was pushed onto the tracks right in front of my train. I was told I could keep the job if I wanted, but I couldn’t handle it after that. That image will never leave my brain.

When I turned 21, I was able to get my commercial driver’s license. I used the money I saved and bought myself a truck. Not a normal truck, but a full 18-wheeler—a shiny, new semi-trailer truck. I was so eager, I started my own trucking business and got to work delivering packages and driving all over the country. 

Of course, life had interesting plans in store for me. About a month after I started, a drunk man stepped out into the middle of the road. That time, I wasn’t able to slow down fast enough, not in my big truck. I never did learn why this man was out walking across the interstate at night, but that’s what he decided to do. I didn’t have any other choice.

That makes three accidents, all of them while I was driving, and in all of them, there was nothing I could do. I kept at it, though— kept telling myself that it could never happen again. I was convinced things would always work out in the end. The world could come to an end and I would keep at it, I’d keep driving. I know in my heart it’s what I’m meant to do.

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Over the next three years, I was involved in two more accidents resulting in two more deaths. In both cases, there was nothing I could do. I was even investigated by the FBI for all the incidents I was involved in, but they couldn’t find any malfeasance on my part. 

Now here I am, one month after the third truck accident. Today is Christmas Eve, a busy season of deliveries for me. There’s a blizzard out, with visibility lower than 10 meters, but I’m going to get these packages delivered if it’s the last thing I do. Which ironically, it looks like it will be. I hit a nasty patch of ice and now here I am, flying over a cliffside with the ground coming closer. I suppose this is karmic retribution for all the people I’ve killed.

Am I not dead? I open my eyes and all I see through my windshield is green. The blizzard is nowhere in sight. I’m still in my truck so I step out and take a good look around. Looks like there’s a field in front of me and a large forest behind me. There are also two suns in the sky. Oh god, is this one of those reincarnated-in-another-world scenarios? Am I going to have to go through a lot of suffering and hardship just to survive? I don’t want that! I just want to drive my truck. Get ahold of yourself, David. Take stock of your situation before you start freaking out. I may be in another world, but there’s nothing that says I’ll have to go through any suffering. Things will always work out in the end, at least, that’s what I always tell myself. 

Okay, first off, take note of what you have. I’m still wearing my normal pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a yellow winter jacket. I’ll be good in most normal weather with this combo, so that’s one positive already.

I’ve also got my truck, does she still work? I climb back into the front seat and try to turn it on. Look at that, she started up normally. It also looks like I still have 3/4 of a tank of gas. I’ll turn her off for now to make sure I save as much of that as possible.

Getting out, I go around back and open up the trailer. Looking inside I see absolutely nothing. I guess whatever being transported me here decided not to give me any bonuses other than my truck. Hopping back in, I take a deep breath to collect myself. Alright, it’s not perfect, but it’ll have to do. First things first, I should find food, water, and shel-

Before I can even finish that thought, what looks to be a stereotypical UFO flies towards me from the horizon and parks itself right above me. Instantly I try to turn on my truck to drive away, but before I even have the chance, the world goes white and I feel myself being lifted into the air while still inside my truck. The last thought that flows through my mind as I feel myself losing consciousness is: Man, I really am cursed, aren’t I?