Nap Time Rocks!

“Intexticated”

i hit a motorcycle last tuesday morning.

i picked up my phone to dial a number when this motorcycle suddenly became an unmoving fixture just about a foot from the hood of my car. i stepped on the brakes hard and soon enough, but not hard enough. so his rear end hooked onto the front of the car and saved his life.

i could’ve killed the guy.

it’s funny that same morning as i was leaving the building of our (ex)distributor, i read (glanced is more like it) a snippet of an article posted on the bulletin board that said, “Don’t be intexticated” and had a photo of a wrecked car. so yeah you guessed it right, it was a reminder not to text and drive.

funny. that was a premonition, i guess. kind of like when i wrote this short story, and a few weeks later i find out i was expecting.

funny. that i knew at some point a car accident will be the cause of my nonexistence. and i didn’t take it seriously. i know i’m a good driver, but i didn’t have to let it get into my head.

so thank you, Lord, for waking me up at the right time. guess it served its purpose. i’ll be more careful this time.

maybe i won’t have that dent on my hood fixed just yet as a reminder.