Today was relatively uneventful. I went to class, sat through the presentation, left class, went to work at the book store, lifted and packed 62lb boxes for work, left work, went bird watching for a project, finished bird watching, boy came to get me, talked with a friend for 5-10 minutes, came home.

Please note that I said "RELATIVELY".

What wasnt relatively uneventful, however, was the rolled car that the boy and I passed on the way back home. When we left the school we drove by an ambulance, two fire trucks, s detectives car, and a rolled car in a beautifully manicured lawn. This accident couldnt have happened more then 5 minutes before the boy and I passed it. For anyone who knows the Unity area they know that the bridge next to the college isnt the best place to be going more then 25mph, as is stated in the recorded speed limit. This guy had to have been going anywhere from 75-100 mph....no less. The scarey thing to think about is that if the boy and I had left when we originally intended to.....this guy probably would have careened into our car and sent us flying off over the bridge and into the stream. This is not the first time I've had such an experience, even still, its humbling to know that someone or something is somewhere looking out for me and my loved ones.

5 Minutes Between Life and Death.....scarey to think about.