This evening, I stopped for gas on my way home from work. The station was crowded, and I crept along at a snail’s pace as I exited the parking lot. As I passed a truck parked in front of the convenience store, a little girl about nine or ten ran right out in front of my van. I was going slow, and I stopped in time, but I could tell by the look on her face that in that moment she and I were equally as terrified.
It was a near miss, thank God, but it got me to thinking about how life can turn on a dime. A few seconds, a few inches could have altered the courses of both of our lives.
That’s somewhat melodramatic, I know, but it’s true. Everything can change just like that.
And I don’t like it a bit.
What near misses have you experienced?
Oh my gosh scary. I’ve had a couple that would have been my fault, and a couple that wouldn’t have. I can think of one time a few months ago when Jonah and I almost got run over in Kroger when I was pushing him in the cart. And once I almost hit a bike rider backing out of our driveway (she was on the sidewalk which is a no-no and I simply cannot see around my hedges to pull out until I get back far enough, but I was going very slowly which is probably what saved her because she sure wasn’t looking where she was going.) Lots of heart-stopping moments, lots of protection and provision!
Situations like that shave years off one’s life. I Atlanta, I have had many. The worst are the ones that I could have caused. Very scary!