
7:AM the alarm goes off. Hit the snooze? Get out of bed? Sure is warm under these covers. Look to my left and Amy, my beloved bride, is still fast asleep. (3:20a.m. feedings will do that with a 12 month old.) Gotta get going. Too much to do today to stay and snuggle in bed. Yeah...I said snuggle.
My pace begins to pick up because I don't want to be late. I begin to systematically get ready to go. Pick out clothes...check. Shower...check. Brush teeth...check. (Isn't it weird that I brushed my teeth last night and my breath stinks this morning?) Pack up my back pack...check. Wallet, keys, phone...check, check, check. Start car...check. One moment to check out the scores on SportCenter. (Hmmmm...wonder if LeBron is out for a couple games. Wish I could dunk a basketball like that.) Grab my coffee cup and out the door.
Getting into my warmed up car with my heated leather seats is awesome. Gotta jet. Want to make it to Caribou before the one outlet is taken to plug in the laptop. Frantic pace. Get to the light at GlenEste Withamsville Road and 32 and sit in the turn lane. Man this light is long. Oh...there we go...green arrow. Go lady in the Ford Freestyle go!!! Quit looking down. Just drive. Just about to blow my horn and send her on her way...a transport ambulance runs the red light doing at least 60MPH. No lights on or anything. My heart begins to race as I think about had I blown my horn would that person in front of me been hit? Would I have been hit? Would I have been killed? Would they have? I didn't kiss the baby this morning. I barely kissed my wife goodbye. I didn't tell her I loved her. I didn't...I didn't...I didn't...
Near misses...





