I Thought It Was Over

The euphoria brought by exercising over the
weekend stayed with me as I stepped out of the
dojo at 8:40pm, Monday November 13, 2017. It was
raining. I had to drive 50 min through the Santa
Cruz mountains to get home.

As I zigzagged uphill in the dark, caution was
whittled away and pluck came back. The golden
pavement markers flashed brightly and made it easy
to see lanes. What to be afraid of? I started to
speed up and pass.

Things changed downhill. The road was slippery and
the car skidded a couple of times. I took my foot
off the gas pedal as I regained control and
thought the descending would be soon over. The
deadly gravity alone accelerated the car and it
started to sway from side to side. I didn't want
to press the brake too hard in case it would turn
sharply. Suddenly the side of the car hit the
concrete divider and I was slammed to the left
against the door. Bang! The side air bags blew and
hit my head and I thought it was over.

Looking back, I don't think I panicked that flash
moment. It was too fast to think of anything else
either. I was in nonchalance. It was a miracle
that the car didn't roll over or went off the
cliff on the other side. The collision slowed it
down and stablized it. It took me 5 secs to
realize what happened. Even with the deployed
airbag curtains blocking my view to the left side,
I found I could keep on driving. Still in shock, I
couldn't trust my senses. I felt the left side of
my head and tasted the moisture half a dozen
times: cold sweat. The car felt normal and I drove
all the way home.

I could have slowed down earlier. What was the
hurry? I had made much progress in a few things
with the idea of practicing instead of
goal-obsessing, e.g., not chasing speed or
distance in running, poundage in lifting,
popularity in writing, or belt-levels in
Jiu-Jitsu. Why did I only try to beat the clock
when I drive? Even this near-death experience
wouldn't transform me into a bodhisattva and stop
me from running after ephemeral pleasures in the
mind. So, let me make and stick to this rule:
downhill, follow the car in the right lane or
drive slower than the allowed speed.

Tim in pajamas opened the door for me. He couldn't
go to sleep without me in the house after watching
the Alien movie earlier this year. Had I died,
would he be able to act anti-fragile and conquer
that fear? Would what killed me make him stronger?
I write in the hope that he learn from this story.

7grizzly 发表评论于
Almost five years later, I learnt the word 'hydroplane,' which was exactly what I did on the slippery slope in Santa Cruz Mountains.
7grizzly 发表评论于
Thank you, 暖冬, for reading and I appreciate your heart-felt concern!
I was not hurt, thank God. The car had some body damage but was otherwise OK.
Like many bad things, this was a blessing in disguise. It improved my driving safety instantly.
And just like the phone call from the doctor about my pre-diabetic condition a few years back, this incident will be etched in my mind.
暖冬cool夏 发表评论于
My shock was beyond words when I read this, and I found my heart in my mouth reading in the middle. Looked like your car was fine as you could still drive, and hopefully the whole incident left yourself nothing more than a lesson or a warning. Please make sure you don't have any after- effect syndrome. You cannot afford even the thought of death. Life is so fragile and so precious! We don't live just for ourselves but for the family, for Tim and your wife in your case. Take care, my friend! Btw, this is so well written though.
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