So, I’m glad I’m here writing this to you.
I’m so glad I’m alive.
And no, I’m not being melodramatic. I was nearly wiped off the road today, and my quick instincts saved me.
A colleague at work mentioned those ‘Sliding Doors’ moments after I told her the harrowing ordeal, and that just freaked me out more. Imagine if I had been going a bit faster, the guy could have, he really could have…
…Rammed into my left side and thrown me against the concrete wall of the Monash. Doing 100ks on that freeway, and then having to slam on the brakes, and swerve very abruptly towards the concrete wall, is NOT FUN.
I wondered: imagine? What if? Was I meant to get into an accident? Did I avoid getting mashed up – my real fate? Was that my ugly destiny?
I can’t think like that. In fact, I actually can’t. As a glass half-full gal, I believe that what is meant to be, has been, and that is, I miraculously avoided a huge collision and definite injury because, I’m meant to be around here for a while longer.
Call it fate. Call it intervention. Call it timing. Call it circumstance.
I’ll call it quick reflexes. And I am bloody well grateful for it.