Okay, well, while this is a recent event, it did happen - well - about a week ago. I just can't get it off my mind. I mean, I should be dead right now.
We were coming home...There's a store, and it has three different entrances/exits into the parking lot. Across from one of them there's this giant, forested cliff. Well, my mother and I were traveling past that parking lot entrance, and our double lane was emptying into a single lane. And this person drives past us, breaking the speed limit of eighty, and gets into the single lane ahead. The right side of his car was maybe five feet from that cliff. If that. My mother had to stomp on the brakes to avoid...Well, I don't know. I mean, if he was passing us, and neither of them stopped, would we have gotten hit, or would he have just kept getting further away? Well, I don't want to think about what could've happened. I just am having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that a week ago, I could've been killed, in a car, with my mother; and the cops could've called my brother saying "We're sorry, your family is dead."
I mean, wow, he wasn't even heading toward the hospital. Unless there's someone in your car, dying, or in severe peril, and unless you are going to the hospital; you do not drive like that. I mean for all he knew, I had placed my baby in the backseat. Would exceeding the speed limit have been worth it then, if he had killed my kid? I'd have made sure he couldn't walk away.
I should've written his license plate down. The direction he was going, the color of his car; this is precisely why I keep a journal. Why did I not have it with me? The one time it's needed. Seriously.
We were coming home...There's a store, and it has three different entrances/exits into the parking lot. Across from one of them there's this giant, forested cliff. Well, my mother and I were traveling past that parking lot entrance, and our double lane was emptying into a single lane. And this person drives past us, breaking the speed limit of eighty, and gets into the single lane ahead. The right side of his car was maybe five feet from that cliff. If that. My mother had to stomp on the brakes to avoid...Well, I don't know. I mean, if he was passing us, and neither of them stopped, would we have gotten hit, or would he have just kept getting further away? Well, I don't want to think about what could've happened. I just am having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that a week ago, I could've been killed, in a car, with my mother; and the cops could've called my brother saying "We're sorry, your family is dead."
I mean, wow, he wasn't even heading toward the hospital. Unless there's someone in your car, dying, or in severe peril, and unless you are going to the hospital; you do not drive like that. I mean for all he knew, I had placed my baby in the backseat. Would exceeding the speed limit have been worth it then, if he had killed my kid? I'd have made sure he couldn't walk away.
I should've written his license plate down. The direction he was going, the color of his car; this is precisely why I keep a journal. Why did I not have it with me? The one time it's needed. Seriously.
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