A van stopped at an (I call them 'optional') crosswalk for me to pass, but thankfully out of the corner of my eye I noticed the Golf behind her was coming in hot. I jumped back enough to see that the girl was on her phone looking down as she hit the back of the van at speed.
By the time the accident was finished, the van's rear doors were in front of me and the driver of the van was losing her mind as she didn't see me jump back. She screamed bloody murder when I approached the window asking if everyone was alright
Could have been a bruised shin, or I'd have been under that van. Either way, that and a guy grabbing my jacket as I fell onto the freeway are the memories that give me a bit of a shiver when I remember how fickle life can be.