Ann Marie Nuckols ’18
On January 19th about 10:30 P.M., the Hopple Street overpass collapsed onto the southbound side of I-75, causing a complete shutdown of I-75 and 1 death and 1 injury.
My dad works out a ways where he has to come home using southbound I-75, he usually gets off at 10:30 but finished early and left.
I heard the story on the news and was so worried, I tried to call but he did not answer. About 20 minutes later, he came in the door and I started crying because it was really him.
My dad told me that he passed under the Hopple Street overpass at 10:28, 2 minutes before the bridge collapsed.
I was so relieved that he came home. I don’t know what I would do with out without him, and I don’t want to find out.
I think about it every day that that could have been my dad. Whenever we fight, I remember that I could have not even had this extra time to talk to him.
Everything happens for a reason.
The overpass collapsed when the workers were preparing for the demolishing of it later that night.
The overpass falling straight down, caused the death of a construction worker that was on the bridge working a piece of heavy machinery.
The man that died is Brandon Carl of Augusta, Kentucky. He was 35 and a father of 4.
The injury occurred when the piece of the overpass composed of concrete and steel came tumbling to the ground.
The man was driving a semi truck and hit the falling rubble at the same time as the bridge came down, smashing the front of the semi. A fraction of a second later and there would have been two casualties to this accident.