<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dodged Another Bullet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sound as of a baseball bat <br>striking a cardboard box</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then… sudden silence<br>Cold and dry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A white car receding into the distance<br>A numbness creeping into my leg and thigh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flat on my back, akimbo in the median<br>Looking up, confused, at clouds and blue sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Books that I carried just a moment ago<br>Now they're gone and I don't know why</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slow realization that I'd dodged<br>Yet…another bullet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I raised on my elbows <br>With a grimace and a sigh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked down at my leg…<br>It was still there (and I smiled) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though it was battered <br>and blackened…no lie</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death had missed me<br>by a matter of inches</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fate had decided <br>To give me a bye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My head lowered once again<br>And my eyes gazed at the heavens</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my lips <br>formed the question….Why? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Footnote: This poem is a true account of that happened to me on 5/12/12<br>I wrote a bit of this in my mind, as I lay stunned, in the median of a main street in Las Vegas after being hit while waiting on the median of a crosswalk by a hit and run driver on Mother‘s day. I never saw it coming, just heard the bang and felt the blow. No one helped me except one black lady who stopped her car next to me and asked me if there was anything she could do. I told her &quot;thanks, but no, I think I'm good&quot; I think she called 911, since I heard sirens behind me as I limped several blocks to my home. I had black marks (Tread marks?) from my knee down to across my shoe. and blood ran down into my sock. I drove myself to the E.R at U.M.C Where I found out I had a broken leg and a flattened foot. (incidentally, in case you're wondering, before I left the scene I found my books intact, scattered in the roadway) Thank goodness, they weren't hurt!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366221" data-title="Dodged Another Bullet de David Whalen" data-description="A sound as of a baseball bat striking a cardboard box Then… sudden silence Cold and dry A white car receding into the distance A numbness creeping into my leg and thigh Flat on my back, akimbo in the median Looking up, confused, at clouds an..."></div> </div> </div>

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