Last night I had a near-to-death experience. I saw the face of Death. It was dressed like a woman, and it was driving a black car. A small one, didn’t notice which type it was.
So I was just walking back home, was just one block away when I tried to cross the street at the corner. When I was almost at the other side a car came out of nowhere and almost hit me. Literally, no exaggeration intended. It was so fast I didn’t have time to react. Thanks God this woman did notice me and was able to break in the last second, stopping just couple of centimetres in front of me.
My reaction was trying to stop the car with my hands (Superman complex?), or maybe I was just trying to catch her attention. Somehow it worked (the stopping the car with my hands part, of course), but I kind of hurt my right thumb, the nice cakes I have bought for dessert got a bit smashed, and later during the night my arm was hurting a bit as well, but it was all fine, I'm alive and nothing hurts today.
You know, I have always believed that God has some angels protecting me, and they proved once more they know very well how to do their work. I survived and I am all fine today. But I saw it so close…
When the car stopped, the driver got out and started apologizing. I was quite upset as you can imagine, but once I saw her face, almost crying for what she did (and could have done), I couldn’t be angry anymore and was just assuring her I was Ok and that she should be more careful when driving. I hope she did learn that she should not speed up in small streets and open her eyes when turning right or left in a corner.
The rest of the evening I was kind of in shock, my nerves a bit altered. But after a delicious dinner (sponsored by Tom) and hot herbs tea (sponsored by Jaan), I slowly fell asleep in front of the TV and could calm down.
Of course the events from last night (as usually all the near-death experiences do) have made me think a lot about life. About my life. It is not a 30’s crisis or anything like that, is just that seeing that I could be right now at the hospital badly injured, or even dead, made me realise it is time to take back control of things. Take back control of my life.
I think I have done a lot in my life so far, achieved things not many people from my background have achieved, travelled a lot (37 countries and counting!) and lived many valuable experiences. But still I have fallen asleep on the Vienna's blue sky clouds.
It is time to put myself out my very cosy comfort zone and take control of my life again, challenge myself once more, do the things I want to do, go to the places I want to visit, achieve the goals I have set for myself. (Zusammen, natürlich!).
One of them is retaking this blog I have forgotten so long time ago.
So, today I tell to myself: Myself, don’t wait for the next car to wake you up. The time is now.
I just need to remind myself constantly of this, so I won’t stay behind again. And if I’m staying behind without me noticing it, please Do remind me of this post today.
