Tonight I almost got myself killed. It was one of those stupid moments of driving, you are lost and you go to make a left, the light is green, it doesn’t look like anyone is coming (but you are distracted) and you make the left while a truck is speeding at you at 60mph. The strangest thing, I knew it was going to hit me and I knew that I was pretty much not going to survive, I slipped into that time stream where I could hear the crunch and feel the pain right before oblivion. The thought ran through my head, I am not read to die yet. As I thought it, the truck seemed to slow almost to a stop very far away from my car as if it wasn’t close at all and I made my turn and crept along the street trying to get my self back into my body. The driver of the truck must have had the same experience, because he made a U-turn to get back to where I was. I rolled down my window and he rolled down his. I looked at him and said, “thank you.” He looked at me and said “do you know how lucky you are?” All I could say back was, “yes, I do and thank you for looking out for me.” That was it and we both drove on.
There is many theories that this life we live today is created by the story we write for ourselves. Sometimes it is before our birth and other times it is as we are living it. We choose our drama and we write the players in and even write the situations and just as in a story, the dialogue has a theme, a theme repeat over and over again to ourselves and others. If you don’t like the story, you have the choice to re-write it, change it or even just throw it away and start all over again.
