*Warning Violent Triggers in this post*
Two days ago, Jade and I almost got run over by a car in the new Whole Foods Parking lot here in Lancaster, PA.
It was one of the scariest moments I have ever encountered in my entire life. You’re probably thinking, “oh my goodness, I’m so glad you’re ok!” assuming (and understandably so) that the car was the experience that traumatized me enough to write this post. But No, it’s not that. Not even close. What scared me half to death was the moment immediately following.
We were walking through the parking lot to go into the grocery store.. just holding hands, joking, and talking and laughing as usual. Out of nowhere, I noticed a car backing up as we were literally walking behind it. I panicked because the car was not backing up slowly (like most cars do when you are in a parking lot) but the car literally went from being completely still to moving in full pull-off-speed. I assumed the person would see us (as I was in clear view, smack dab in the middle of the car) but the car kept backing up and fast.
"Was it intentional? Was he blind? Is he stupid? What is he doing? Doesn’t he see me? Omg! He doesn’t see me. Olayinka, Run!
My motherly instincts kicked in. I grabbed Jade and jolted forward to get out of the way of this rapidly reversing jeep. As any mother would, I screamed to get the man’s attention, “Hey, Hey, Watch out!” in panic and anger. He had his windows up and still didn’t hear me. As we were running, his car proceeded to veer left in the same position we were running!
So I ran faster until finally I was a few steps away from his driver’s seat window, still yelling, “Hey, Hey!”. Suddenly we made eye contact AND. I. FROZE.