As one priest said to me the other day: “This kind of thing only happens to you.”
As the retired cop said to me while I was bringing him to the hospital early this morning, starting out about 3:00 am, “I’ve seen you have more close calls in a short amount of time than I have seen in my entire career in law enforcement.”
Here are a couple of recent incidents he witnessed while I carted him to hospitals, the first the other week and the second about 4:00 AM this morning, halfway on our trip, both within a few miles of each other…
(1) Some guy ran out on the four lane throwing an open gym bag down in one lane while jumping in front of my car in the other lane. There I was, screeching to a stop right in front of him with the traffic behind us also screeching to a halt. My cop friend said it was a car jacking in progress and I was the prey. Carrying my “carry”, well, no worries. But before I could react in any way, what seems to be my perpetual law enforcement escort appeared out of thin air, ably taking care of the situation. We got underway again, and from just that direction counted nine cruisers responding. I called in my willingness to be a witness, which was appreciated.
(2) This morning a truck came out of nowhere it seems, sped up behind us, moved way to the left, sped up so that the front of his car and the back of mine were alongside each other, and then he violently jerked his car behind mine, somehow impossibly not hitting me. The cop in my passenger seat said that he could easily have flipped our vehicle and asked me to call it in, as surely he’s going to kill someone, adding that usually everyone dies in such incidents except the perp, who simply walks away like nothing happened. I did, hating to bother the nice dispatcher lady yet again, but it is what it is.
He surmised that: ” Maybe your Guardian Angel is reminding you to pray.”
This is being written in the surgery waiting room on my phone. The doctor just came out to say it was a very successful operation, but that he would be in excruciating screaming pain when the “block” wears off. A Hail Mary, please.