Knocking on wood!

It’s a cliché, but when they say it was a night not fit for cats or dogs, they were thinking about this night. The intermittent rain made it tough to see out the window. On top of that, my car lights did little to help light up the road, even though the lights coming in the other direction strained my eyes. Go figure. 

It was just a miserable night. 

I can’t blame the night though, or even being tired. It was my own dumb fault. 

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The best of luck

I pulled up to the stop sign and waited for oncoming traffic. I watched as the first car came and then another. Once the second car passed, I pulled out. Unfortunately, I never saw the car behind him. I’m not sure how I missed him. He or she was right there. 

As soon as I saw him, though, I knew I was in the wrong. I was in no-man’s land. I had two choices: I could try to pull to the side of the road and make a bigger mess of things than I had already created, or I could gun my engine, speed up, and try to avoid getting hit. 

I sped ahead and, fortunately for me, the driver must have seen me and let up on the gas. In another situation, on another night, it most certainly would’ve been a crash. The other car wasn’t going too fast so it wouldn’t have been a major wreck, but it still would’ve caused a lot of hassle and, who knows, possibly injury to myself or someone else.

The luck of the draw

In any event, as soon as I could breathe again, I realized how lucky I had been. It was like I stepped into a dark muddy puddle and landed in a pot of gold. I was headed toward a dark place and Lady Luck stepped in and gave me a new roll of the dice.

I consider myself a pretty good driver. We all think that right, but this time I would’ve definitely been in the wrong. Has this ever happened to you, where you know you’re at fault? 

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A string of good luck

I’m lucky something worse didn’t happen. Despite my luck, the near crash stuck with me. I couldn’t get it out of my head for the next several days.  I prefer to think that fate, karma, or God saved me.

Whatever happened, I was lucky. How many times each day are we lucky in our lives? I have no idea, but all this week, I’ve been counting my lucky stars. 


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34 thoughts on “Knocking on wood!

  1. Glad you were able to get out of the way in time. It happens to the best of us. I almost hit a pedestrian because when I looked, he must have been right in the line of the body of the car between the windshield and the side window. My guest saw him because he had a different angle. Scared the bejeezus out of me and though the pedestrian saw me mouth my apologies, he must have thought I was some sort of moron.

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  2. I consider myself a decent driver, but I’ve had a mishap or two. I remember them so clearly–makes me wonder if there had been an accident, would the memory be as vivid? Or alarming?

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  3. Brian, you had the Hand of God covering you. 🙏🏼 There was a special Guardian Angel assigned to you my friend. Yet, I think many of us have had such a near miss. 🚗💥🚙 Sometimes we aren’t as alert as we think we should be, but so glad to hear those near misses didn’t end up crashing like a bowling pin my friend. 🎳 Knock on wood, knock on cement, knock on glass! 😜 WHEW!

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  4. I know any near-misses I have had resulted in me being even more careful thereafter, even if the situation wasn’t one I initiated. A couple of years ago, my car was rear-ended while I was properly stopped at a red traffic light. After that, I’ve always checked the rear-view mirror while stopping at a light to see if the car behind me is coming in “hot” or not!

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  5. This kind of thing never happens to me, except when my husband is with me (and I’m driving). I just have crappy luck that these things always happen when there’s a witness beside me, and all the rest of the time, nothing bad ever happens. What do you call that kind of luck (besides “bad”)?

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  6. I totally understand this type of thinking. My son was involved in a roll over accident, no other cars were miraculously involved, he came out with very little physical damage (there was a toll mentally), but the car was totaled. I know we were lucky. I’ve since then read about many roll over accidents that ended in both death and destruction. Of course this forced me to acknowledge life is wildly unpredictable. None of us know how much time we have left and so I figured why not be the most loving, present, and kind person possible with the time I have left. That is my only response the notion of how lucky we all are to be alive, at this time, in this world. I’m enormously grateful that you not only survived but took the time to write about it and go in search for the deeper meaning. Hugs, C

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  7. I’m glad you and the others on the road were ok. It could easily have worked out differently. Unless I have to, I avoid driving in the rain and snow. Too scary and precarious.

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  8. Oh, I know exactly the feeling. A few weeks ago, I was so intent on taking a picture that I walked across the lanes in the ferry loading area without regard for which lane was moving. Someone almost hit me and it was entirely my fault. You do such a great job of describing it. It’s a dread mixed with relief! Thank goodness you avoided the accident, Brian!

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