“My son had “felt” the crash and had actually toppled over in the kitchen.”
It was seven o’clock in the evening and I was stuck in traffic.
I had worked a long day and I was beside myself because it was my son’s birthday, and I had told him I’d be home early and we’d all go out for dinner to celebrate.
Worse yet, my cell phone’s battery was running low, and I couldn’t call home to alert everyone I was stuck in traffic.
Then this motorcycle, seemingly out of the blue, crashes into me. Fortunately, I had my seatbelt on, but the other guy goes flying over the top of my hood, crashing to the ground.
I rushed out of my car to help him, but I could see he wasn’t moving. He was unconscious and blood was streaming from his head. Pretty soon the ambulance arrived. I don’t know how they got through the traffic, but somehow they did. They took the poor fellow away. I heard later on that he survived but did suffer a serious injury.
My car was damaged but fit enough to drive. When I finally pulled up to the driveway at my home, my wife could see I had been in an accident and she rushed into my arms. When I told her what had happened, she said she knew.
I didn’t understand, but she explained that my son had “felt” the crash and had actually toppled over in the kitchen. When I asked if she remembered what time it was, she said ten minutes after seven, which happened to be the exact time the motorcycle had hit me.