USED UP ANOTHER OF MY 9 LIVES

Sally Levine was almost a distant memory. Friday night after work, I went out with a few of my friends Tracy and Michele. We left Michele's car in the parking lot and took mine. As we were driving back about midnight to get her car, we were almost in an accident on the highway going 70 mph. It all happened so fast it was a blur but this is how it happened to the best of my recollection. There was a pretty good amount of cars on the road at the time. We were in the middle lane and I had a tractor trailer to my right and a motorcycle and a car in front of the motorcycle to my left as well as a fair amount cars behind me, but at a little of a distance I think. The car in front of the motorcycle lost control somehow crossed over into the HOV lane, and crashed into the median, bounced off the jersey barrier then skidded sideways completely across oncoming traffic right in front of the motorcycle, us, and the tractor trailer. The tractor trailer then came into my lane, nearly missing us, to avoid hitting the skidding car. So I got pinched out and was trying to avoid hitting both the motorcycle, trailer, and the car. By the grace of God, no one hit me. It looked to us as if the motorcycle got hit, because he too skidded in front of us and the truck. The car that caused it all slammed into the guardrail in the breakdown lane which was actually a jersey barrier as well.As this is all happening, I do the protective mommy thing where I fling my arm across Michele as if Im going to save her from reeling out the windshield. Only her boobs got in the way which gave us a good laugh afterword. LOL. They were both pretty calm, which was good because if they started freaking out or screaming I probably would have killed us all. Oh, did I mention this took place on a bridge over the Farmington River? So Scary. Tires squealing, the smell of rubber burning, smoke, slamming on the breaks. Ugh, I was so shaken. We all were. The truck continued driving. So he must not have hit anything. Thank God that guy knew how to handle a situation like that. He could have easily lost control and plowed into the motorcycle or us leaving 8 children (between the 3 of us) motherless. I drove back by and it didn't seem like anyone was hurt, there was only 1 cop their and no ambulance. We had called 911. The car was pretty smashed up and sitting in the middle of the right lane, but the 2 occupants were outside of it. That was a huge relief. I do not want to witness someone dying (again). The motorcycle was no where to be found. He must have made it unscathed. That is a damn miracle.
I couldn't sleep that night. Up till 4 AM. (then up with Grace at 5:30, UGH). I had all these "what ifs" running through my head. What if the last conversation I have on eath was that about some crazy ass girl we work with. What a waste that would have been. Regrets, Ive had a few...What if the last human I touch is Michele's boob (hahaha). What if I made one sudden move in either direction and we could all be mince meat right now. Ive been in my share of accidents in my day and the worst thing is hearing the tires squeal knowing that impact is coming and theres nothing you can do about it but hold on and wait to be hit. And its always happening in slow motion. Ive not forgotten that sound and feeling from my accident in 1992. It haunts me. Since I have been in 3 accidents and all hit from behind, (none were my fault by the way) whenever I hear tires squealing or if I ever have to stop quick, I immediatly look in my rear view to see if anythings going to slam into me. I do it without thinking now. I think I used up another of my 9 lives that night. Thank God im here to tell you about it. We defiantly had angles among us.