SEPTEMBER BEGAN WITH A BANG
September started off with a bang – literally. I was on my way home from a pickle ball game, stopped at a red light, a giant cement mixer truck ahead of me. It was around lunchtime, and I was pleasantly hungry and contemplating a deliciously lazy afternoon ahead, on my couch, with food, watching the US Open men’s semi-finals. Then – WHAM! I screamed. The light may have just turned and the giant truck ahead took off. I got out of my car, shakily. A big landscaping pick-up truck behind had slammed into me. When you’re in an accident, or some unexpected situation which rattles you, your brain shuts off, your instinct kicks in. But we both spoke calmly, he asked if I was okay, then suggested we get off the road and drive to a nearby parking lot to exchange details, which we did. He explained since he was high up, his eyes were on the truck, and seeing it begin to move, he hit the gas, forgetting about me in my little car right in front of him. I remained shaken, drove home slowly (...
