It was a newer model. Forest green. F150. 2 door. No tint on the windows. The driver was a male, 30-40 years old, wearing glasses. Going fast. I would say about 60+ mph.
No. I am never THIS perceptive about the vehicles around me on any given Tuesday morning.
On my way to the gym to teach TRX; I always plan to be there around 8. Class begins at 8:15. It takes about 10 minutes from my house.
This morning with the utmost sincerity, I shared with my class how grateful I was to be there enjoying class with them. Alive. Smiling. Breathing.
After drying the tears as I got out of the car and walked into the gym.
I felt compelled to write this morning because after all, I began this blog to share life stories. To keep a record of lessons and share adventures with my family and friends. To inspire and motivate anyone who wants to listen. To share life stories…
I only noticed that forest green F150 this morning because as I sat at the red light, first car in line, heading north on Pilot Knob Road at 7:52am, the next 15 seconds happened in slow motion.
My light turned green and instead of my usual instant foot to the pedal, I paused. For only a second or two, but what seemed more like 10. As if my brain was taking an extra few seconds to process that the light had actually just turned green. “Green means go.” As fast and as slowly as that moment passed this morning, so did that F150. At about 60mph; running his light that had turned red – right in front of me – right through the intersection. In slow/fast motion I watched him disappear to my right with no hesitation.
Have you ever had that happen? Life literally flash before your eyes?
I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I have talked to my husband twice already this morning, which usually doesn’t happen because of our busy schedules. I have reflected. I have prayed. I have been thankful. There is NO doubt that I would not be typing this story if I had not paused at that light.