Monday, July 23, 2007


I don't know what else to entitle this entry. Tonight I picked up D and his friend from a youth center in downtown at 10:00. The boys had a good time and we were talking about scouts and swimming plans as I drove the friend home.

He lives off Route 50 east of town, so it's a little ways out. Here Route 50 is a divided highway, with a grassy wide median and two lanes in both directions.

While I was in the process of passing a pick-up towing a horse trailer, I look ahead of me and see headlights - headlights in my lane - coming straight for us. We were maybe five car lengths apart. Not much time to react at all, but I moved over to the right. I wasn't really sure the pick-up wouldn't be hit, but it was still a better option than the head-on into the car headed right for us. I didn't hit the pick-up, and the wrong-way car began to go into the grassy median when he was about two car lengths away. In my rearview mirror, I could see him go into the next paved shortcut to the other side.

Wow - that was something else. I'm still a little shaky and it's been about 30 minutes. The boys and I joked and talked about it - but when we pulled into the friend's driveway, D prayed and thanked God for sparing us.

I don't even know what else to say. But there you are.

1 comment:

Shelina said...

Oh my goodness. Reading the beginning of the story, I was sure something had bad had happened. Someone in my Ohio quilters newsgroup just had an accident while she was working on clearing up the effects of the first one. I am so glad that everyone is okay, and everyone walked away physically unscathed. I'm shaking now just thinking about it, so I'm sure the psychological effects will take some time to wear off.