As that song kept playing, “Bring Me a Higher Love,” I literally thought it was the end for me.
I thought this is where it ended before it even began. Ten seconds or so—those were the moments I will never forget.
Today I write for healing, I write out of fear, trauma, and shock. I am still unable to assimilate what went down and what happened.
A reckless driver who was on his phone took my lane from the opposite side of the road. Without him looking and without hearing me honking, I took my extreme right to escape him, but my car lost control.