The Essence of Me

My feet were killing me, and after stopping by the bank I decided to cross Quezon Avenue without using the overpass. I was waiting for a long time for traffic to slow down, so when I saw that there was only a slow fx on my side of the road, I started my way across. It wasn’t until I was halfway that I noticed the speeding grey car which came up behind the fx. It didn’t slow down and it was headed straight at me. For a split second I froze, then I ran as fast as I could, high heels and all. Just as I reached the island I heard the car’s tires scream behind me, but the car still didn’t slow down. I knew then that if I didn’t run when I did, I’d be splattered all over Quezon Avenue.

Thank you, God. I promise I’ll always use the overpass from now on.