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I’ve Cheated Death More Times Than I Can Remember
My angels are most definitely working overtime.
I’m sitting at an intersection in Pensacola, Florida and the light turns green. A small voice says, “Don’t move.” I look around and I don’t see or hear anything. “Don’t move!” Just then to my left, an 18-wheeler comes off the I-10 and barrels through a dead red light. Had I taken off on the green he would have T-boned me in the driver’s side door. At the speed he was going I would have never survived.
Similar situation in Riverdale, Maryland. This time it’s two lanes headed into D.C. I’m in the right lane. The light turns green and neither I nor the lady to my left moves. We both look and listen and look at each other but it’s like we’re frozen in time. Again from the left, this kid in a fast car comes flying over a hill and was airborne. It looked like something out of the Dukes of Hazzard. After he cleared the intersection the woman and I looked at each other again in disbelief. If either one of us had pulled forward on the green we would have been T-boned in the driver’s side door.
BW Parkway headed into D.C. Monday morning rush, in the rain no less. I ended up in a five-car accident. I was car number three. The front end of my car was pushed up under the dashboard. I was pinned in between the front seat and the steering wheel…
