I’ve Cheated Death More Times Than I Can Remember

My angels are most definitely working overtime.

Image by Андрей Сидоренко from Pixabay

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…