When The Brakes Fail

They didn’t exactly fail, but they certainly didn’t work as well as I would have liked.

On my way home yesterday, I almost became a statistic.  As I was tooling down the road on my way to the gym, Bonehead #1 decided he just COULD NOT wait, and pulled out right in front of me.  Thanks to some quick reflexes and no traffic next to me, I was able to slam on the brakes – which felt like total mush – swerved to avoid a collision, and kept my Jeep from rolling.  As I proceeded down the road, I knew the inevitable adrenaline dump was coming and prepared for it.  Shaking hands and racing heartbeat?  Why yes, thank you for making an appearance.  But, I was fine, no harm, no foul.  Pissed off?  Well, I AM human after all.

Oh yeah, I was PISSED.

Oh yeah, I was PISSED.

It may sound overly dramatic, (sure as heck does to me), especially since the whole incident lasted maybe five seconds.  But it did make me stop, and in about a second and half (THIS time),  I decided going to the gym suddenly wasn’t quite as important as going home, hugging the hubby, giving the Wonder Mutt proper belly rubs, having a glass of wine, and appreciating the view from this little tiki bar I know.  Because when something happens that makes you realize how quickly life can turn on a dime, everything seems just a little more…well….perfect.

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Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever had a really scary incident?  How did you react to it?  Did it make you see things differently afterward?

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