A Little Too Close for Comfort

A week and a half ago I almost had a head-on collision with a Chevy Suburban while riding my bike to school. It's a good thing we said family prayer that morning. I was coming around the corner of a building a little too tight and a little too fast. Thankfully, we both saw each other with enough time that we could brake and avoid a collision. I braked so hard, though, that my bike stopped before I did and I went over my handlebars. I landed on my feet, but, unable to keep my balance, I fell on my back and my backpack helped break the fall. I was also wearing a helmet. I stood up and the lady driving the Suburban got out to see if I was OK. I was, nothing is broken, not even a scrape. I could tell I had a bruise on my leg where it went over the handle bar, but that was it. There was actually a policeman nearby because there was a car accident at the intersection near where this happened. He must have seen what happened because he came over to see if I was alright, too. He said there were some paramedics there if I wanted to get checked out. I declined the offer, and just continued on my way to school, a little shaken and a lot more cautious. I rode my bike to the light rail station because it was already too hot to ride all the way to school. When I got in the train, I pulled out my phone and noticed it had taken the near-collision a lot worse than I did. See for yourself:

My phone took the hit for me. Oh well. A worthy sacrifice if you ask me. Everything seems to work just fine on it, just the screen is broken, and I can deal with that. This actually gives me more reason to go ahead with an upgrade I wanted to do anyway.

This really was a close call. The Suburban and I were just a few short feet of meeting each other. This is only the second time I've really come close to being hit by a car on my bike, the first time was on my mission. It was a lot scarier this time, though, because now I have Michelle, Lydia, and Claire. So, count your many blessings and remember to pray!