Well, you're right, the light WAS green.
We were very fortunate. He was riding in the back playing with his new light saber. Had he been riding up front where he usually did, he would've been killed.
I'm glad you all were ok.
For a couple of years after that, he'd always ask if we were turning when we hit an intersection (like, "Dad is your signal on?")
My kids do the same thing after getting into an accident when my wife was driving them home from the beach. I always hear, "Dad! You're going too fast!" The speed limit can be 40 and if I'm going 42 I start to hear it.
Thanks. It was just the two of us. But it really was God's hand protecting us. We were in my old Honda Civic. It was the day after his birthday and I was taking him to play Putt-Putt. He wanted to bring the light saber, so I said "only if you ride in the back seat."
We were sitting on the side of the road and the driver of the truck that hit us came up and said, "I'm sorry sir, but you ran a red light." When he said that, I knew he was right, but the picture in my mind still has a green light.
We were at the hospital for several hours (and ended up taking a cab home because the wife was out of town). I sat there waiting to be treated/released going back and forth thinking "How good God is" and "How stupid I am..."