Moments

Do you ever have one of those movements when you realize , I mean really realize you were seconds away from death? One moment you are there just minding your own business and the next you would be someone else’s burial problem.

I have discussed at length in this blog about how I often use the street to roll on because the sidewalks, even if in good repair are just so physically challenging to ride on. Last night as I was traveling home from the train station I was on the side of the street( as usual) and I noticed two cars coming my way. One car pretty much in the center of the lane and the car, a small red compact, behind and traveling fairly swift and a little erratic, I could not tell if the little red car was trying to pass or what. I just kept traveling on my side of the road but I did pull closer to the curb then I usually do and the little red car whooshed by. The car was close but not too close it was then I realized the car was going to try to pass the other vehicle on the left side which, if it had, would have put the vehicle directly in my path and I most likely would have lost the joust instantly—I would have been gone. The driver of the red car obviously saw me…saw me in time and swerved back into his lane. I could see how the whole thing would have played out—I would have been dispatched instantly, chair mangled and I would have finished the journey I started 40 some years ago when I was hit my a car in Boise only this time. I would pass the blue shimmering light and in stead of being greeted by my Grandfather Harker ( though I am sure he would be there along with grandmother and my Grandparent Smiths but Mom and Dad would be there as well.

One the mortal side Dianne would hear sirens dispatched from IHC medical center or wherever—body recover not life saving mission –and wonder for a second and get one her day till the phone or knock on the door. Dianne would call the office the next day and advise them, but Frank will have already suspected something had happened since I was not to work at my usual time. The light would stay off in my office and staff would stand round and talk. Stones had been tossed into the pond and the ripples are working outward.

I felt the instant, though when the little rd car raced past how I would just stop and life would continue on, fast without me. Weird.