I Was Almost Run Over. Good.

While walking to my car after exiting the grocery store, I was nearly run over.

Not "Oh, some driver who lost me in a blind spot almost bumped me with their car" run over.

Rather, a driver who presumably didn't check her mirrors, and certainly didn't turn her head, and accelerated in reverse at a surprising speed while casually chatting with the passenger in her vehicle, nearly ran clear over me.

And I'm grateful for it.

Note: There is nothing implied by, or attached to, me citing the driver's gender. It's simply a fact that helps me use the proper pronoun to the tell this story. 

The day was gorgeous and walking out of the store I was happy to feel the warm summer sun on my skin.

In my ears Joe Rogan and Henry Rollins -- two men who share perspectives for which I have deep respect -- were having a conversation, via Rogan's podcast (Youtube version here). 

My shopping bags were light, carrying only a couple cans of black beans and some vegetable broth -- enough food to make lunch for my lady and for a few inexpensive future meals. 

It was a good day. 

Honestly, everything felt so good that the only thing missing was a skip in my step.

Moving left to right across the car traveling lane, from one row of parking spots to the other, I made a straight line to my car.

From out of the corner of my left eye a black sedan backed up and headed straight for me. 

And in a flash I noted that the car was not slowing down. 

Mind you, I'm clear into the empty parking spots on my right.

The car in reverse is pulling out of the spots on my left and pulling straight back, showing no intent to slow or change direction. 

With self-preservation high on my to-do list, I jump to to my right. Literally jump.

Since the car continues straight back -- and quickly so -- I hustle, fast-stepping several feet to clear the path. 

Without even a hint of anger, I spy the driver, hoping to make eye contact. Not to reprimand her, or in hope of receiving some apologetic gesture, but so that she recognizes the danger in her actions. 

To my dismay, she never turned her head. 

The car jerked to a stop, was shifted into drive and moved off through the parking lot, not down the traveling lanes but over the rows of empty spots.

Gathering myself mentally, I finished walking to my car with gratitude in my heart. 

What if I had been someone much older? Someone who couldn't see the black sedan backing up? Who couldn't react quickly or move with enough speed to get out of the way? 

Truthfully, I'm grateful that happened to me.

The situation put me on my toes and, moreover, was one that I could respond to and effectively avoid.

That incident-free situation could have been a lot worse for any one of the numerous elderly or less physically-able people who walk that same lot.

And I need the exercise, anyhow.