I want to stay alive
I was almost hit by a car.
Walking down College Ave. into Davis: I was on the left-hand sidewalk, crossing one of those tiny little streets or driveways between Ciampa Manor and the T stop, and a car coming up behind me suddenly turned into it. Which meant into me. I had to jump, literally, with my backpack, in slush, or he would have smashed me head-on. I only realized it was happening because of the road sound, tires and rain-hiss; he was moving very fast, much faster than I would have thought safe for the area. He barely even slowed when he saw me. He did yell, "Sorry!" as though somehow that would make up for having almost killed me. He can't have not seen me. There was direct lighting; I could see his face through the windshield as I went by. I cleared the bumper by a very little space. I was thinking very distinctly, "If I slip on the ice when I land, if I miss my footing, I am going to fall backwards and this car is going to run over my head." If I'd stayed where I was, a substantial chunk of Ford engineering at thirty miles an hour would probably have broken at least one bone.
If I am feeling generous toward the driver, he was having trouble steering in the slush and the ice and would probably not have run over me by choice. I think the chances are better that he was a complete asshole. ("Sorry!"?) I think this is the closest I have ever been to a road accident as a pedestrian: I have had to hurry through crosswalks or stand back from trucks taking corners sharply, but I have never actually before thought in the moment that I might die. It was unnerving and I do not wish to repeat the experience, ever.
I went straight into the subway.
I am drinking tea and goat milk and honey now and trying to get my heart rate down.
That happened.
Walking down College Ave. into Davis: I was on the left-hand sidewalk, crossing one of those tiny little streets or driveways between Ciampa Manor and the T stop, and a car coming up behind me suddenly turned into it. Which meant into me. I had to jump, literally, with my backpack, in slush, or he would have smashed me head-on. I only realized it was happening because of the road sound, tires and rain-hiss; he was moving very fast, much faster than I would have thought safe for the area. He barely even slowed when he saw me. He did yell, "Sorry!" as though somehow that would make up for having almost killed me. He can't have not seen me. There was direct lighting; I could see his face through the windshield as I went by. I cleared the bumper by a very little space. I was thinking very distinctly, "If I slip on the ice when I land, if I miss my footing, I am going to fall backwards and this car is going to run over my head." If I'd stayed where I was, a substantial chunk of Ford engineering at thirty miles an hour would probably have broken at least one bone.
If I am feeling generous toward the driver, he was having trouble steering in the slush and the ice and would probably not have run over me by choice. I think the chances are better that he was a complete asshole. ("Sorry!"?) I think this is the closest I have ever been to a road accident as a pedestrian: I have had to hurry through crosswalks or stand back from trucks taking corners sharply, but I have never actually before thought in the moment that I might die. It was unnerving and I do not wish to repeat the experience, ever.
I went straight into the subway.
I am drinking tea and goat milk and honey now and trying to get my heart rate down.
That happened.
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Major hugs. I'm so happy you are alive.
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That's horrible. I'm glad you're OK, and that you heard him enough in advance. Reminds me of the time a pickup truck went straight through a stop sign onto a Very Busy arterial street & almost hit me (I saw him in the corner of my eye & managed to get out of the way too).
If the driver had been a nice person, he would have stopped the car safely, got out, checked you were OK, & apologized profusely. Also he wouldn't have been driving fast in bad conditions.
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And that vague miasma you see round you are all the spirits that feed on excess adrenalin....
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*serious hugs*
I am so thankful you're all right.
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I am very exceedingly thankful that you are okay. I am very sorry that the incident happened in the first place.
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Please to budget extra for assholes in slush?
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Gah.
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Love you.
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(I like the poem, by the way.)
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*hugs*
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O LOOK I HAVE IT ELBOW RIGHT IN YOUR JUNK, GUY
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Also - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! So glad you are, in fact, okay.
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I love you so. I am making a note to myself to remember that my first impulse was to jump out of the way. That is an improvement on circumstances this time last year.
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Ugh, not a good experience, ever. Almost got hit by a bus in France once. As a result, I am so cautious about crossing streets that it actively annoys my friends and family.