Some days just staying alive is a miracle. Almost getting hit by a car is very close to death experience. Seeing someone a few days prior to their death can feel like being in the proximity the occurrence. Hearing that someone knew someone that took their own life can be near death. Having someone die in you home can be too close to death. I think this is an experience that can be interpreted in lots of different ways but the key is that you are still alive.
Last night I went out to buy some snacks from the drugstore across the street. I crossed half the street to the median. I looked and it seemed the cars were far enough away to continue across. As I stepped out I could hear the roaring of the engine getting closer to me so I picked up my pace. As I stepped onto the curb the truck sped passed me and turned into the parking lot of the drugstore. The truck slowed down enough not to leave tire marks or smoke. Right behind the truck was a police car. The police left tire marks. I went into the store fully of fear, excitement, and nervousness. I walked in talking about the experience with the employees. I passed the aisle I was to turn down then turned around and started to pass it again. One of the employees tried to calm me by saying, “Take your turn, there is no hurry”. I did take a deep breath but was still shaken. I finally grabbed the bag of candy and headed to the register. I had brought the wrong amount, I was short five cents. The same employee paid for it.
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