OK, I have one.
God saved me from being run over by a taxi cab in Manhattan.
We were on a shuttle bus from the Javitz Center back to our hotel. The bus stopped on the opposite side of the street, and everyone on the bus started marching out, single-file, crossing in front of the bus, across the street, and into the door of the hotel.
My boss and I were the first ones on the bus, so we were at the very back. I was the last one to get off the bus, and like a duckling in a line, mindlessly followed the rest of the ducks, crossing in front of the bus.
Now, my momma told me a million times only to cross a street at an intersection, and to never, ever block the view of yourself by stepping out from behind a parked car.
But I was a mindless duckling.
Also, at the trade show at the Javitz, we were given these little backpack shoulder bags to haul all of our free goodies back with... y’all have been to these things... you know...
Well, I shouldered my backpack, mindlessly stepped off the bus, walked in front of it, and just as my foot cleared the side of the bus, someone tried to steal my backpack, and yanked it hard off my shoulder... hard enough to spin me around and pull me back..
As I spun, by left elbow flew out past the side of the bus, and was clipped by the passenger side mirror on a taxi going at least 45 down the narrow Manhattan streets.
The impact made a loud bang, people screamed, and I spun 1080 degrees (spun on my toes 3 complete times). I was not hurt, wasn’t even sure of what happened, except that someone was trying to steal my backpack. I whipped around to see if I could see who tried to take it, but ...
and this is the weird part, because it’s 5:15PM in the middle of 7th Avenue...
From curb to curb on that block, there was not a single person... no one. The sidewalks on either side of the streets were jammed with people waiting to cross onto my block.
But the sidewalk on my block was eerily, deliberately vacant. Not a soul. Not a *human* soul.
I was not injured, by the way, and the taxi driver squealed to a stop, got out, ran to his passenger side, adjusted the mirror, then hopped back into the car and sped away.
“The impact made a loud bang, people screamed...”
“But the sidewalk on my block was eerily, deliberately vacant. Not a soul.”
Who screamed? Glad you’re alright though.