It’s been a few days since that harrowing incident that almost altered my life forever. Sitting here, nursing bruises and a couple of cracked ribs, I can’t help but reflect on how our paths crossed in such a dramatic way. Just moments before, we were complete strangers, and I never imagined that our encounter would unfold like this.
The moment was abrupt, and in a split second, everything changed. I didn’t see you coming; you were like a speeding bullet, leaving no time for me to react. If only I could have harnessed some sort of “Mommy superpower” that I always tell my daughters I possess. I wished I could have somehow moved my car out of your distracted path, but alas, I could do nothing.
In those fleeting seconds as you barreled through that stop sign, my life flashed before my eyes. The sound of your vehicle colliding with mine was unlike anything I had ever experienced; it felt like it carried its own scent and hue. Suddenly, the world around me turned orange as I spun off the sidewalk and into a yard, narrowly avoiding a house and missing a telephone pole by mere inches. I could have easily lost my life that day—and so could you.
“Why did you run the stop sign?” I yelled through my tears, frantic and shaken. “I’m sorry,” you replied, “I didn’t see it.” In that moment, my feelings shifted from anger to a wave of empathy. I saw that you were in pain too, tears streaming down your face. You were young enough to have been my son.
“Are you okay?” I managed to ask, my voice trembling with concern. “Yes, I think so—are you?” you responded. “I believe so, too,” I replied, grateful that I had just dropped my daughter at school that morning. My youngest was safely at home with her dad, and I thanked the universe for that.
Glancing at my car, which was now crumpled on the sidewalk, I opened the back door and embraced the empty car seat. It was the side that had been struck, and I couldn’t help but cry with relief—my little one was safe and sound, and I felt truly blessed.
I can’t pinpoint what made you oblivious to the road that day. I can’t say for sure if you were texting, but it was clear that your mind was elsewhere, distracted by something besides driving. You may have had other priorities during your journey through our neighborhood.
To everyone reading this: You have a responsibility—not just to yourself but to all those who share the road with you. When you send that text, speed without caution, or indulge in distractions, remember you are not alone. You are surrounded by families, children, partners, and friends who care about you deeply. So let’s make a conscious effort to end distracted driving. Nothing is worth risking lives.
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In summary, the experience of nearly losing my life due to distracted driving has left me with a deeper understanding of the shared responsibility we all have on the road. Let’s prioritize safety and awareness for the sake of ourselves and those we love.