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i wonder if you're still thinking about the fact that you almost killed me.
just so you know, i was on my way to pick up my new car, the one i've been looking forward to getting for a long, long time. i've had a crappy year, with a lot of heartache and stress, and getting this car was a little glimmer of light in my life right now. it was a perfect day to do it, too -- the weather was gorgeous, the sun was out and it actually smelled like spring. i was driving in the far right lane, and only a couple of miles outside the city the traffic in my lane slowed to a stop at an overpass. i figured there was an exit on the other side that was moving slowly. after a minute or so though, i realized it must be a broken-down car, and looked in my rearview mirror to see if there was a break in traffic so i could go around.
and then i saw you.
you had to have been going 70, possibly much higher, because you were in my lane coming at me way too fast. and you weren't even slowing down, even though my brake lights were lit. every other car before you had seen the situation and merged around us, but you were hurtling towards me at breakneck speed. i literally in a flash thought, "oh my god, he's going to hit me and i'm going to die." if you rear-ended me going 70, my entire car would be a little metal splinter sandwiched between your big sedan and the car in front of me. there's no way i'd survive. and i had no way to get away from you as you rocketed at me. so i did the only thing i could: i took both hands and pushed on my horn as hard as my body would let me, and braced for the impact.
and i saw you look up. and swerve past me, inches from my car.
you were so close as you shot around me, the wind from your car actually rocked mine. and it took me several minutes to even regain my composure so that i could drive again. but i keep thinking of that one little moment -- you LOOKED UP. you were going way too fast, and you weren't even looking at the road. and that mistake could have ended my life forever, just when i'm trying to build it up again.
the really sad thing is... if you had hit me, you would have devastated my family and friends, taken away my chance to get married someday, robbed me of many more years of dancing, and fun times with the people i love. but because you didn't hit me, i'm betting that all you did was say "oops". and that you'll do the same thing again, because people like you never learn from that kind of lesson. but someone else might not be as lucky as me. and that makes me more frustrated that you could ever know.
just so you know, i was on my way to pick up my new car, the one i've been looking forward to getting for a long, long time. i've had a crappy year, with a lot of heartache and stress, and getting this car was a little glimmer of light in my life right now. it was a perfect day to do it, too -- the weather was gorgeous, the sun was out and it actually smelled like spring. i was driving in the far right lane, and only a couple of miles outside the city the traffic in my lane slowed to a stop at an overpass. i figured there was an exit on the other side that was moving slowly. after a minute or so though, i realized it must be a broken-down car, and looked in my rearview mirror to see if there was a break in traffic so i could go around.
and then i saw you.
you had to have been going 70, possibly much higher, because you were in my lane coming at me way too fast. and you weren't even slowing down, even though my brake lights were lit. every other car before you had seen the situation and merged around us, but you were hurtling towards me at breakneck speed. i literally in a flash thought, "oh my god, he's going to hit me and i'm going to die." if you rear-ended me going 70, my entire car would be a little metal splinter sandwiched between your big sedan and the car in front of me. there's no way i'd survive. and i had no way to get away from you as you rocketed at me. so i did the only thing i could: i took both hands and pushed on my horn as hard as my body would let me, and braced for the impact.
and i saw you look up. and swerve past me, inches from my car.
you were so close as you shot around me, the wind from your car actually rocked mine. and it took me several minutes to even regain my composure so that i could drive again. but i keep thinking of that one little moment -- you LOOKED UP. you were going way too fast, and you weren't even looking at the road. and that mistake could have ended my life forever, just when i'm trying to build it up again.
the really sad thing is... if you had hit me, you would have devastated my family and friends, taken away my chance to get married someday, robbed me of many more years of dancing, and fun times with the people i love. but because you didn't hit me, i'm betting that all you did was say "oops". and that you'll do the same thing again, because people like you never learn from that kind of lesson. but someone else might not be as lucky as me. and that makes me more frustrated that you could ever know.
