“My son had “felt” the crash and had actually toppled over in the kitchen.”

It was seven o’clock in the evening and I was stuck in traffic.

I had worked a long day and I was beside myself because it was my son’s birthday, and I had told him I’d be home early and we’d all go out for dinner to celebrate.

Worse yet, my cell phone’s battery was running low, and I couldn’t call home to alert everyone I was stuck in traffic.

Then this motorcycle, seemingly out of the blue, crashes into me.  Fortunately, I had my seatbelt on, but the other guy goes flying over the top of my hood, crashing to the ground.

I rushed out of my car to help him, but I could see he wasn’t moving.  He was unconscious and blood was streaming from his head.  Pretty soon the ambulance arrived.  I don’t know how they got through the traffic, but somehow they did.  They took the poor fellow away.  I heard later on that he survived but did suffer a serious injury.

My car was damaged but fit enough to drive.  When I finally pulled up to the driveway at my home, my wife could see I had been in an accident and she rushed into my arms.  When I told her what had happened, she said she knew.

I didn’t understand, but she explained that my son had “felt” the crash and had actually toppled over in the kitchen.  When I asked if she remembered what time it was, she said ten minutes after seven, which happened to be the exact time the motorcycle had hit me.

M. Parstran
Arlington, VA