Seven hours later, and I still get shaky thinking about it.
On my way to work about 10:30 this morning, I was heading into an intersection a few blocks from my house. I had the green light.
Something told me to slow down; to stop. Even though I had the green light, and all the south-bound traffic I could see was stopped for their red light. My Guardian Angel (pretty sure it was my dad) was watching over me. A car northbound blew right through the light, about a half a foot in front of my car. Had I NOT stopped…. I’d probably be dead, that driver would probably be dead, and the driver of the truck stopped in the southbound lane might have been injured.
I was shaking then; I was in tears by the time I reached the store. I told L and J what happened. I really wasn’t ready to deal with the public at that point. I had time for a smoke before my shift started. It’s Valentine’s Day…. they really couldn’t afford not to have me on register, and I really can’t afford to lose a shift. So, I had a smoke, took a migraine pill (believe me, one was starting!) and punched in.
I am still sore from tensing up when I realised what almost happened. Thanks Daddy, for watching out for me now like you always have.