If I had stepped back when first I saw the car approaching, it would not have happened. But I was entering the crosswalk and the car had lots of space to see me and slow down, so on I went.
When it was close, I knew we would collide. I heard the scrunching of the walker, knew the car did not bang me.
I lay on the ground, sensing I had no life-threatening injury and tried to co-operate with the bystander who told me to lie still and assured me that the ambulance was on the way.
Later, I learned that I had been scooped up by the low right fender of the car and fallen safely away from the wheels, but dropped on my right side on the road.
There were no scrapes on the car, no injury on my left side.
The angel who lifted me onto the fender must have arranged the precise timing and positioning of that escape. God must have some future job for a half-blind, partly deaf 94-year-old now temporarily restricted while the right side injuries heal.
While I wait to understand what that is, I shall continued to joyfully worship our Creator, nurture the world around me, and with His help, spread his loving compassion to humans around me.
Janet Barclay, Langley