I crossed the street absentmindedly, immersed in a storm of thoughts. The constant honking of cars as it joined force with the deafening screech of a tire coming to a halt snapped me out of my gloomy reverie.
I raised my head at the sound of an angry driver shouting and beheld a sight that sent shivers down my spine - a few steps away from me loomed a ten-wheeler truck.
If the driver hadn't hit the brakes in time, I would have been dead by now, all because I allowed my emotions to consume me.
The realization hit me like a lightning bolt. This near-death experience scared me back to my senses.
I hurried to the side of the road for safety and sank onto the nearest bench, my face drained of color and my legs trembling from the aftershock.
"What am I doing with my life?" I angrily asked myself. Mother needed me and my husband cheating is not reason enough to get myself killed.
