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I was driving home- I'd just severely strained my back while working at a client's home and all I wanted to do was go pop a Darvocet. So there I was, riding the 40mph speed limit on a major 6 lane city thoroughfare. I was a good half a block away from any crosswalk, and had no reasonable expectation of seeing anyone walking DOWN THE FUCKING STREET. I was perhaps 50 feet away from her (in my mind it looks more like 10 feet) when I saw her- it was dark and there were no street lights near. My mind turned off and my instincts took over- electric pole blocking me from taking the sidewalk on the right. Car next to me on the left. Half an instant to go before she becomes a hood ornament. Slam on the brakes, thanking God I'd had them serviced three weeks earlier- they'd been getting very mushy and I was afraid they'd fail at the wrong moment. They held, and I slid to a stop about two feet away from her. She hadn't even turned around. She didn't even know I was there. I wonder if she knew where SHE was. She finally heard me, turned around and looked at me, then walked up onto the sidewalk while I sat there trying to remember how to breathe. From beginning to end it took a little over one second, and there's a lady walking down the street right now not aware of how close she came to death.
That's all right- I'm WELL aware of it. And I thank God that at 52 years of age I still have the instincts and reflexes to do what I just did.
I don't believe I'm going to stop shaking for a while. Perhaps QUITE a while...
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