The letter N …
It happened back in February. I received a phone call from my niece. She was on her way to work and needed a ride due to a stopped train on the railroad tracks: she was going to miss her bus and be late for work. I left home headed the long way around town to avoid train crossings. I was one block from the place where she was waiting for me. I went to turn onto the street when a vehicle came up suddenly and t-boned my car. It shattered the passenger window, sent me across the intersection, stopping just maybe 2 to 3 feet from hitting a light pole. The impact was hard enough that the baseball cap I was wearing came off my head and landed in the back seat.
The accident did a lot of damage to my car, it was totaled. I was ok, as was the other driver. But even to this day I still am so thankful my niece was not in the car with me. It is frightening to think she could have been hurt if in the car already.
My niece has been like a sister to my daughter. I spent a lot of time, when she was younger, babysitting her; so she is a second daughter in a way. I care about her a great deal and that is why I’m grateful my niece was not with me that night.