In March of 1999 my Grandpa passed away.
About a month later I was driving home from work, down a
county road that is used a lot for trucks. I was following
another car that stopped to turn left into their driveway.
I stopped behind them because it is illegal to pass on the
shoulder and because there was a mailbox that was on the
shoulder making it a tight squeeze to get by.
I was waiting patiently not paying attention to anything
but the car in front of me when something made me,
physically, go around the car. When I got to where my side
mirror was about even with the other cars side mirror I
heard brakes screeching and tires squealing. I looked in my
rear-view mirror and saw a dump truck smash into the rear
end of the car I was just waiting behind.
I was shaking so bad that I couldn't stop, I didn't
stop until I got home about 10 miles away. It was then that
I realized that something made me go around the car. And I
tend to believe it was my Grandpa looking out for his "Blink."
Contact me here: blink_2923@yahoo.com
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