THE DAY I GOT AWAY WITH IT
I was aware of everything all at once -the trees, the right turn attempt to avoid the big Chevy that would have caused a different accident, my church books on the seat, how bright blue the sky was, the position of cars in my rear view mirror.
I was aware of every other street and car and pedestrian and sidewalk and house that caught my eye. When I look back, it's as though I had 360 degree vision.
I noticed the curb in front of me, but my car was sliding toward it. "Oh God, don't let me slam into that curb." I knew that hitting the curb would have changed what was happening so much, but with that thought...
Pow!...I heard a strange noise and then I was looking through white fog. For a moment....just a moment....I asked if I was dead, and honestly, I was waiting for people to step through to greet me. Those expectations didn't last long as the answer fell into my mind that the airbags exploded.
The airbag powder cleared quickly since the air conditioner fan was still running. Now I could see cars stopped outside and people from across the street were staring. That's what people do. They stare.
Then I felt frightened. "Could I be hit from other cars that don't see me?" I opened the door not knowing what I was to step into. The warm, bright sunlight hit my face and I felt better. It was familiar. I was alive.
I saw the Chevy Silverado that barreled through the red light. This was just a car accident story, this was real. I ran over to check if the young driver was injured. "Are you OK?" I yelled through the glass. His head was down, eyes closed and he didn't respond.
In a flash of a second I thought I was looking at dead man. This wasn't just a car accident story. I pounded on the window and yelled again. This time I saw slight movement. What could I do to help him? And I yelled and pounded once more as the reality of this entire experience was falling in on me. His eyes started to open and with the most searching look he gently shook his head and said "It is the day I got away with it".
I saw the Chevy Silverado that barreled through the red light. This was just a car accident story, this was real. I ran over to check if the young driver was injured. "Are you OK?" I yelled through the glass. His head was down, eyes closed and he didn't respond.
In a flash of a second I thought I was looking at dead man. This wasn't just a car accident story. I pounded on the window and yelled again. This time I saw slight movement. What could I do to help him? And I yelled and pounded once more as the reality of this entire experience was falling in on me. His eyes started to open and with the most searching look he gently shook his head and said "It is the day I got away with it".
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
and i will work hard on your advice. 
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