It could have happened to anyone. There were no buts, ifs or maybes. Life just happens and in the next moment after the shocks and awes, the incident becomes a forgotten past and the spectators are soon enthralled by the next sensation.

Twice now, in the space of a month, I have witnessed a horrific motor accident unfold before my very eyes.

Nothing prepares you for that moment. I still remember the screech of skidding tires, the deafening crash of metal and flesh, the grinding galloping of the car climbing over a body, the horrified gasps of onlookers, the crimson gush of blood from a severed limb, the victims' dazed expressions as they struggled to comprehend their fate, their anguished groans... And the driver's frantic attempts to shift blame.

I stood frozen in terror, aware that I had occupied that spot mere seconds ago, only to step aside and leave it vacant for a woman who now lay maimed.

I'm torn, unsure of what emotions to grapple with. Should I feel gratitude for being spared? Guilt for occupying that spot before her? Thankfulness that fate passed me by? Sorrow for the victim's plight? Anger at the senselessness of it all?

I'm left dazed, bewildered, and numb.

As I walk away from the scene, catching the next vehicle home, I ponder the profound impact this incident will have on the victim's life. While it may become just another forgotten memory for onlookers, for them, that single, unplanned moment will replay endlessly, forever altering the course of their life.

~Judywealth2025