We were on our way home last Saturday, when a PUJ, from the right side moved so fast it was already flying towards our direction. As the tires of the jeepney screeched, I had anticipated to hear the sound of metal crashing against metal next. But there was none.
It was a narrow escape. The jeepney had stopped a hair’s breadth before it could hit us. But had it not stopped the exact instant that it did, it would have crashed to the passenger area where my son and mother sat. The thought makes me shudder.
I do not really want to write that I was too horrified, shaken that I had a Neanderthal moment that day. When my father stopped the car, I opened the door, stuck my head out and yelled - the very first time I did to a stranger. It was a short angry outburst. No cussing, no swearing. But very un-Christianlike all the same. I wish I could have been more calmer.
Anyway, I’m really not over that incident yet but I’m just thankful that we were all spared from harm. I just couldn’t be more thankful to God for protecting us.
