Tuesday, January 4, 2011

She was driving with her son....

there were snow and slush and ice everywhere/////////
and it was dark....
they were crossing the George Washington bridge....
the brakes were making gurgling sounds...
disconcerting....(she brushed her concern aside)...
she had no patience, as per usual...
she was in one of those 'hurried' moods of hers...
honking and flashing her lights at the 'slowpokes' on the icy road...
they stopped to get a bite to eat....
a 'quick' sandwich....

all was fine....
she brushed, yet again, the uncertainty away...
it was really silly...
worrying over nothing, she thought...

they were back on the road....
she stepped down on the brake....
NOTHING HAPPENED....
the car kept rolling forward...
she panicked a bit, but did not want to worry her boy...
THEY ROLLED FORWARD....
with no stopping whatsoever.....
verrrrrry scary/////////////

her son knew that something was amiss....

and by the grace of GOD....
LITERALLY WITH GOD'S HAND GUIDING HER....
she managed to slow down and sidle into a parking spot....
treating the HUMMER a if it were a bicycle really.....

they took a cab home and left the car on the side of the busy avenue...

she couldn't shake the feeling for days afterward....
THAT THEY HAD BEEN SAVED....

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