Interviewed by a reporter of that newspaper about recent incidents of teenage suicide, the words just were nowhere to be found trying to describe exactly what had happened that weekend in late October.
To begin with, the wrecked car simply was no accident. Opening the door, she tried to leap for freedom to escape yet another party "invitation" in the beachside, yacht-filled Newport Beach, Ca. Her hand smashed between the restored '65 Mustang’s door and a parked car, folding in half around her fingers, causing her to be pulled out the window she first tried to climb out from. It was as if God himself reached into that car and yanked her out from inside, protecting her physically.
Her spine was severely twisted, dislocated but not broken, as tons of steel crumbled around her on impact. She passed out at the scene. Her only conscious memory of the evening upon waking was of the bloody hand print left where her fingers were crushed between vehicles. Upon waking, her hand was being tenderly held by a police officer waiting to take her statement while a doctor was stitching up the tip of her anesthetized finger, smashed flat and crushed. The scar left the only lasting physical reminder to carry the rest of her life, as she reached out to be saved before passing out from the narcotic. The narcotic slipped into the drink her friend gave her, which caused her to fear for her life enough to jump.
This memory Debbie has relived over and over, every time she views Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. Struggling for decades to process the evening and put everything from memory into coherent context to be shared with others, she sought to help. As the interviewing journalist reported, this was her reason for continuing to live. Despite being suicidal in the aftermath of her friends begging for forgiveness before she took her own life, Debbie chose to live. Life as she knew it, shattered along with the glass of the car--falling into a million pieces around her. She fell deeper under the influence of popular culture, as she struggled to explain what had happened. To herself and others, or more accurately, to understand the reaction to her explanation.