Last night I got scared. We're not talking someone jumped out at me and startled me. I'm talking a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, and shaking you're scared so bad. I was in the car with my brother-in-law, heading to my sister's house. We were stopped at a traffic light that's at the bottom of a hill. There were quite a few cars stopped because of rush hour, and we were at the back, near the top of the hill. A car came speeding over the hill, not expecting any cars to be in front of him. He saw Ray's car and tried to swerve, but still hit us pretty hard. Thankfully, my brother-in-law is quite collected in the middle of a crises, so he let off the brake and coasted into the turn lane next to us, to absorb some of the shock. But I hadn't seen it coming at all, so I was only aware of a very loud noise, and a big jolt. Yes. I was scared.

I guess the good thing about it was that nobody got hurt. There are so many ways that it could've ended worse. I spent the entire time that they were filling out an accident report thanking God that He is gracious. So that was my excitement for a while. I really wouldn't mind if I never feel that scared again!