Wake Up Call

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November rain

was lashing

the windshield

as I headed

down the highway.

The wipers

click click clicked

and Caroline Myss spoke

from the tape deck.

Rounding

a corner,

I felt the car

suddenly

take flight.

In slow motion,

time suspended

and myself

simply waiting

for the inevitable,

the car slid

across the highway

and

-slam!

slam!

slammed!-

three times

into the

concrete abutment.

Horrible pain,

then it

finally

came to rest.

Not four seconds

later,

a semi

toiled up

the hill.

Four seconds later,

I would have

been squished like a bug

on his front grill.

In gratitude

at still

being alive,

yet with a

sudden chill,

I remembered

the last words

I heard Caroline say,

just before

my car lifted off:

"Wake Up call."