After an evening of wrapping presents with my BF, I headed home late at night. As I was cruising through an intersection, this asshole ran a red light and nearly t-boned me. I am so grateful that I was alert and was able to slam on my brakes...he ended up swerving into oncoming traffic to avoid me. I feel confident that if this accident had happened, he would have hit me in the driver door and I would have been hospitalized, if not dead.
I was pretty shaken up so I pulled over and had a complete breakdown. I think the last time I cried that hard was when Wendy died. After several minutes, I managed to get myself together and drive the rest of the way home (I was only 5 minutes away from home.) I laid in bed and cried myself to sleep thinking of the what ifs.
The next morning, all four kids joined Ashar & me in bed. Dog, too. I can't explain the feeling of happiness and gratefulness I had, knowing that all I ever want in life is for my beautiful family to be safe and happy. I choked back some more tears thinking about how close I came to missing out on all this.
I told my kids what had happened the night before. They were pretty quiet and subdued. Then Aydin broke the silence by stating, "Good thing he didn't kill you because then we'd have to wash our own clothes."