I am Emily Anderson from Salt Lake City. Looking at the wreckage  my heart just sinks. That dark gray hatchback was my daily ride until a terrifying T-bone crash completely crushed the driver's side. The metal is mangled, and the doors are ripped off. The only reason I am still here is that those white airbags deployed just in time. Now, I am standing in this dusty salvage yard next to an empty blue hand truck, watching the yard worker in the black t-shirt walk away. I survived, but my life is at a standstill. The repair costs are astronomical, and I desperately need to raise funds to fix my car and get back on the road.