The Strongest Feeling
I was taking my mom to a follow up appointment from back surgery the month before. The freeway was closed due to a car accident and life flight was called to transport the people injured in the accident.
The highway patrol was funnelling everyone off of the freeway to the right side exit. I had the strongest feeling we needed to move to the left farthest lane, so I did.
No more than a minute after I moved over, a garbage truck came barreling down the freeway and crashed into the car that was in front of us in the other lane.
The truck was going so fast that it lifted the front end of the truck and landed on top of the car.
We were in a tiny sports car that would have crumpled like a tin can under the weight of a garbage truck and definitely would’ve taken out my mom and me in a second.