Today I was driving up the road that the coal trucks roll on at fifteen second intervals - all day long. I signalled to turn left and was making the turn when I looked in my rear view mirror and to my horror I saw a coal truck about one inch off my rear bumper surrounded by smoke from the sliding tires.
I nearly died of panic. But I kept going through the turn. He missed me by no more than one inch - I am not kidding one inch. I never saw the truck as I went up the road so he wasn't all that close to me but when I started to turn he may have caught up to me on the road and may, in fact, have been trying to pass me. Guess it just wasn't my day to go because if the truck had hit me it would have gone completely over my truck from the drivers side.
Every day since Feb. 29, 2000 (the day my heart stopped beating) has been a bonus day for me but today starts another series of bonus days. I can't believe it didn't hit me---I was positive it was going to.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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3 comments:
I'm really glad it didn't. That day that you were so sick was so scary. I'm glad that Mom listened to her intuition and took you to the ER. :)
I'm glad it didn't hit you!! And I too am glad mom took you to the ER on that day...that was scary! We love you and want you to live forever! :D
good grief how scary!!!!!
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