Something happened to me tonight, that has really affected me.
While driving home, about 10 pm I heard a woman yelling. For some reason I slowed down. Suddenly a toddler came running into the street in front of me. His mother was screaming, and chasing after him, trying to catch him. I barely stopped in time.
A split second. That's all it takes to lose a child.
I almost killed that little boy. If I hadn't slowed down, If I had been rear ended, If his mother hadn't grabbed his shirt and flung him out of the street, I surely would have hit him.
Who slows down when they hear yelling in the middle of the ghetto?
Maternal instinct? Divine intervention? I will never know. Maybe a little of both.
What I do know is that I will hug my baby a little tighter tonight. Hug yours too