According to what my sister remembers from before the accident, her fiance had an asthma attack and let go of the steering wheel. She reached out to grab it, he jerks the wheel while trying to regain his composure from the asthma attack and accidentally hits the accelerator instead of the brake, causing the vehicle to flip over numerous times. After the vehicle comes to a stop, he and my sister get out of the vehicle since her says he smelled gasoline. The first vehicle to see the accident doesn't even bother stopping, but fortunately a passing preacher, his wife, a lady with children and several bikers stop to help. The bikers help direct traffic while someone calls 911.
The folks who stopped to help have my eternal thanks and I hope someday I can thank them in person.
Here's a few pics of the vehicle in the salvage yard where the wrecker dropped it off.


The wreck could've been so much worse and I'm thankful they only had minor injuries. I would've liked for this to have never happened, but I have no control over when an accident will occur. I can deal with a wrecked car, but I can't deal with having to bury a sibling.







