It was late and we were driving on a narrow country road. Victoria was looking down at her cell phone, texting. Off to my left I saw some elaborate Halloween lights. Suddenly blinded, I was aware of two sets of headlights coming directly toward us.
“Oh my God,” I shouted, veering to my right and pressing the horn. The car ahead seemed to freeze and my daughter screamed. Within a split second, the car returned to its rightful place in its own lane and I was left with a racing heart.
White knuckled, I reached over to hold my daughter’s hand. “We’re lucky to be alive,” I said. “That was a near miss.” I shuddered to imagine how quickly and abruptly a life can end.
How many near misses do we have in our lives, invisible instants between safety and tragedy? How many do we need to wake up? For me, on this dark night, as I glanced at my beautiful daughter, I was reminded of the vital need to savor every single moment . . . we never know which one will be our last.
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