Yesterday evening, I was on my way to therapy, traveling along at a little under the speed limit because I was driving uphill and BAM! A young lady tried to beat me out by cutting me off to make a left hand turn. She came out of a residential street and across two lanes of traffic that are traveling uphill with a visibility handicap. How absent minded can you be? To this, my dad said, "That's why they call them accidents." He's right. We both (the other driver and me) went to Aria hospital which is right around the corner. She was complaining of back pain, and I had some killer burns and bruises on my arms and chest from the airbag deploying. Essentially, though, we're both fine. Especially if you take into account the damage that was done to both cars. It's the stuff of nightmares. I am so grateful that not just I, but both of us are alive. I couldn't live with myself if I killed or seriously injured another person, whether or not it was my fault. In this case, I had the right of way, and it was her fault for pulling right out in front of me, but had anything happened to her, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. But I don't have to worry about any of that, because my mom, my angel, was watching out for us that fateful moment when things could've gone very wrong. Much more so than they did. I am eternally grateful. So, so, so, so, so, so grateful. Thank you God, thank you mom, and whoever else there is to thank, thank you!
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My name is Nicholas Emeigh, but everyone calls me Nick, and I prefer it. I'm usually called Nicholas when I'm in trouble. I'm from the Philadelphia area, work in business, and fancy myself as a freelance graphic designer, writer, and artist. I have a passion for art in all its forms including music, but I restrict my singing to the shower and the car for the good of society. If you'd like to know more, just send me an e-mail. I really appreciate you stopping by.