My grandmother saved our lives…One
day my grandmother and I were almost hit by another car that had been hit. We
were riding down a road in Lansdale, PA in her purple Chevy Chrysler; I was in
the front seat. There was a car that had slowed down, possibly with the intent
of turning, in the opposite lane. A red truck was following closely behind this
car. Apparently the driver of the truck assumed that the car in front of him
was going turn because he slowed down, and then accelerated as if the car had
already made its “intended turn”. The vehicles collided, forcing the car
practically into our lane. My grandmother quickly swerved farther into our lane
and dodged a collision with that car. Her movement was swift and calm; I was
impressed. I looked out of the back, left window of the Chrysler at the driver
of the red truck who immediately jumped down from his truck and ran to the car.
I thought he looked angry, but my grandmother assured that he was merely
concerned. I will not say that this incident was life threatening, but…yes I
will. I would like to thank my lovely grandmother for saving our lives or more realistically, protecting us from injury.