I still think about it every time I step off the curb. Is someone going to plow into me? Even if I think they’ve stopped?

I haven’t ridden my bike since the accident, because I want to take it in for a tuneup first. I’ve been walking and busing instead. And I’ll definitely be biking again by Tuesday (I have Monday off). But I can’t help thinking about it, especially since I’ve had to pass through that intersection each morning.

It doesn’t help that this isn’t the first time. When I was 12 or 13, I was hit by a car while walking in a crosswalk, right by a school, in broad daylight. I escaped with a broken tooth and a few stitches and scared my mother half to death.  The experiences were eerily similar — the awareness at the last minute that it’s coming, right now, and it’s going to hit you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

I can live without experiencing that again.

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