mountain

well, here am i. well. alive. after two close calls this week. counting the fall down the mountain. three. i like the idea of three. runs in three. i have mine.

on tuesday while crossing the pedestrian walkway on busy street, with the go ahead from the flashing walk sign, a red car is coming for me. i stepped back knowing i could not get of the way of the speeding bullet. no question i was going to fly over the hood. i was trying to figure how i would position myself for the flight. not to heaven but the movie effect of the tumble. it was going to be a pain. ah, she stopped in nick of slowmotion time.

two days later, on the next block i boarded a bus, sat down and on my way. i thought. looking out window before the bus had left the stop, i see a white car within feet aiming straight at the bus. kabam. is that the word? for sure it seemed, with bus getting full force. all safe. including the driver of white car, it's front end crushed. to all's disbelief, this driver found the whole episode most amusing. no one else was laughing. she must have been on happy juice.

a lucky week for me. this week vivid and close up and too personal.

the fall down the mountain when i felt me heart stopped, seems to pale. the emergency room a blast. my daughter at my side i survived. and then this week threes have come and gone. so lucky.