Tonight, the light turned green, and before inching out into the intersection I took a second to put my cell phone down on the passenger seat. It was in that split second before I stepped on the gas that something told me to step on the brakes instead. Just then a white car came speeding down the road from my left, clearly running the red light, a blur that was, at the most, ten to twelve feet in front of me.
I honked the horn and then slowly coasted through the intersection, with, no kidding here, visions of my husband and kids getting a phone call that I had been killed on the way home. I could hardly breathe for the rest of the ten-minute drive home, and found that my mouth was dry and my eyes were burning as I pulled into the driveway. I was really shaken up.
I am still a bit shaky now as I retell the experience. Going to hug everyone extra tight this morning.