a little perspective

We almost died coming home after spending the weekend celebrating J's birthday with his family in the boonies. It happened so fast all I know for certain is I'm driving on the express way heading home at the usual 15 mph over the speed limit. Fast, but not at all reckless. In fact most of the cars around me were pretty much keeping the same speed. I'm completely sober by the way. I look over at the passenger side mirror and all I see of a car coming at us so closely and fast is their driver side mirror. I'm not sure if he sideswiped me or if I moved to get out of his way but I lose control of Bertha and she starts swerving from one end of the express way to the other. The back end was just as totaled as the front which ended up smashed into the guard rail so I'm thinking another car must have hit me from behind while I was swerving cause we started spinning out for like five complete rotations with on coming traffic swerving to miss us and are finally stopped violently by the guard rail.

My seat was so far back from J's older/younger brother using my car to drop off his friends that morning that the air bag barely grazed my face. He may have saved my life. I open my eyes and all I see is the smashed wind shield on J's side and for a moment I couldn't bring myself to look over to make sure he was ok. We both got out with only a few scraps and bruises but the asshole who started the whole thing just kept going.

I could be dead. I could have killed so many people when I lost control of Bertha. I could have killed J. With the damage to Bertha we are extremely lucky to be alive. To not have hurt anyone else. I don't know if it's necessarily some long bearded white man sitting on a throne in the sky but there was something looking out for us during those moments. God, Allah, Karma, who knows? I don't care either. I'm just thankful to be alive.