To the Female Driver Who Nearly Killed Me on Friday, the Thirteenth
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What could have been, but (thankfully) wasn't _____________________ “Patience is not simply the ability to wait – it’s how we behave while we’re waiting.” – Joyce Meyer _____________________ On open letter to the female driver who nearly killed me... You, going east on Route 30 in your snazzy blue and white striped Camaro, ran a red light as my husband, westbound, was making a left turn onto North George Street from Route 30 (York, Pennsylvania), almost T-boning the passenger side of our car, missing by inches. Where I was riding. Had my husband not sped up, God knows what might have happened. Serious injury for sure, perhaps my death. It was Friday, the 13th, June 2014 – in my case, a lucky day and a driver (my husband) with excellent reflexes. As my husband carefully navigated around a disabled car stuck in the left-turn lane and nudged into the intersection, the traffic light had just turned yellow, so I know that your light was still red because o...