They say that when you are nearing the end of your life that images will flash before your eyes. Well, I am here to tell you it is a big ass lie!

I didn’t see no images.

I didn’t see no Archangels.

I didn’t even see my mother.

I did, however, hear my inner voice warning me that something not right was coming up and to take heed.

I had just come from quite a lovely visit with my sister and her children. Just lovely!

Not even the strong rains could damper my visit. Dante did his usual Michael Jackson dance for us; making all of us and the baby laugh! And I love playing with the baby. It is the only time that you will find me on my knees…willingly!

When I left, the rain was a coming down real hard. I decided to head down to the bank on her side (not my usual bank at all). As I approached my green light a van decided to take his left, quite quickly. I should note that with the rainy weather, he had no reason to do this.

Then right after him, everything slowed down. I actually heard a voice, almost like a presence that warned me that the next car behind the fool was going to try to make a turn as well.

The light was not yellow.

The light was not red.

It wasn’t even in between colors.

It was still green and it looked like it was going to remain so for a long time.

The fool realized that I was coming down and tried to swerve out of my lane, but trying to straighten himself up. It was then I realized that I was going to go into his headlight.

I thought about my family.

I thought about my lovely car.

I thought about my face.

I knew that if any one of those things were comprised, I was going to wake myself out of my concussion and tear this Jigga a new whole of his ass!

I hadn’t even found time to finalize the lining of my coffin rental, yet (I want to be cremated…and it is a toss between periwinkle or baby pink diamante)!

While everything was in slow motion, I remembered a little section of the book that was in my bamboo basket in my zebra-filled bathroom. The book is titled, “Notes From A Friend” by Tony Robbins.

In the book, he explains that he went to race car driving school, where they teach you how to avoid skidding into the wall. They do this as you are in the car with your instructor and he presses a button that releases a mechanism that puts you into a skid. Now, Tony kept on looking at the place where he did  not want to crash-the wall. And in turn, that is where he kept on crashing into. His teacher, tried to teach him that one must FOCUS where they want to end up. So, as everything was slowing down for me, I remembered what Tony had said and at the last minute, instead of focusing on the fool’s headlight, I focused on the lane beside me. As I skidded, I turned the wheel to where my face was turned and missed him by mere seconds.

Call it Tony Robbins, perhaps.

I call it God’s intervention.

The fool’s car was a late model Mercedes Benz SUV.

He should be so lucky!

P.s. I did think of GOD and I cried the rest of the way to the bank.

p.s.s. I did think of Tony Robbins. The man has to do something with those teeth, they are just to damn perfect!

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