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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."
