It’s been a few days since that life-altering encounter, and I’m still nursing some bruises and cracked ribs. Sitting here, I can’t help but reflect on how our paths crossed in such a jarring way. We were strangers before that day, and I never imagined that I would find myself in this situation.
In an instant, everything changed. You came barreling toward me like a projectile, and I didn’t see you coming until it was too late. If only I could have summoned the “super mom powers” I often jest about with my kids. I wish I could have magically lifted my car out of your line of sight, but alas, reality wasn’t on my side.
As you sped through that stop sign, my life flashed before my eyes. The sound of your car crashing into mine was unlike anything I’d ever heard—it was almost as if it had a unique smell and color. Suddenly, the world felt like it was engulfed in orange as I spun around, careening onto the sidewalk and narrowly missing a house and a telephone pole by mere inches. I could have easily lost my life that day, and so could you.
“Why on earth did you run that stop sign?” I exclaimed, tears streaming down my face. “I’m sorry,” you stammered, “I didn’t see it.” In that moment, my anger transformed into empathy. You were clearly shaken too, tears in your eyes, young enough to be my own child.
“Are you okay?” I managed to ask softly. “Yeah, I think so. Are you?” you replied. “I think so too.” Thankfully, I had just dropped my daughter off at school that morning, and my little one was home with her dad. Thank you, universe, for that stroke of luck.
Turning to look at my car, I was in disbelief. I opened the back door and hugged the empty car seat where my little girl would have been. It was the side that took the brunt of the impact. I sobbed with relief, grateful that she was safe.
I still wonder what was so distracting that morning. I can’t say for certain if you were texting, but it was clear you were preoccupied with something other than driving. To anyone reading this, please remember: driving is a responsibility. You’re not just putting yourself at risk; you’re endangering everyone around you—families, children, friends. So let’s put down our phones and focus on the road. Nothing is worth the potential consequences.
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In summary, this experience serves as a stark reminder of the unpredictability of life and the importance of driving with full attention. Let’s all commit to making our roads safer for everyone.