I had a close call yesterday while driving. I was coming out of Merle Hay Mall onto Douglas St, turning left. I pulled forward a little bit because I was turning left on a green light, but there were cars coming towards me so I needed to yield or figure out if they were turning left, too. All of a sudden, to my horror, I see this mini van headed straight for me on my left as it began to run a red light. I hit my brakes but realized there was nothing I could do. In the nick of time the mini van squealed to a stop, a foot or less from the side of my van. If she had not stopped, she would have plowed right into my driver’s side door, As I made my turn, adrenaline pumping, I could see it was a very old woman behind the wheel. She had her hands up in the air and mouthed the words, “Sorry, sorry!”
Surviving early and unexpected widowhood, single parenting, adoption, special needs parenthood...I cover it all as I muse on the unexpected twists and daily minutia of my life. It's also a place where I can publicly echo the words of the psalmist in Psalm 40:2, "He brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings."