The spin


Last night, while driving home from Newark Airport, my car crossed three lanes, spun around once or twice and slammed into a concrete barrier.

The car was totaled

I walked away unscathed.

I hate cliche—but here’s cliche. I sit here, in front of my computer, counting my blessings, holding my kids extra tight, looking at my wife with unparalleled love and appreciation, smelling the occasionally foul, oft-beautiful scent that is life.

This was the closest I’ve ever come to death, and it scared me. The old line is right—everything moves in extreme slow motion when you’re involved in something like this. As I sat spinning, wondering whether an 18-wheeler was about to end me, I heard a momentary voice say, “You’ll be OK.” I don’t think it was God or Jesus or Berenyi. I think it was me, knowing/believing/hoping that somehow it wasn’t my time.


10 thoughts on “The spin”

  1. The brain samples events at a higher rate and that’s why it seems like things slow down. You’re processing way more information. It’s the same sort of phenomenon with athletes who get “in the zone”.

    Glad to hear you’re all right.

    So why the Thompson Twins? What’s the reference?

  2. Are all Jewish mid-30s freelance sportswriters who once wrote for Page 2 fated to go through this macabre rite of passage?

    Glad you’re OK Jeff. As much as any person could possibly relate/empathize, I’m right there with you. Best wishes to the whole Pearlman clan.

  3. Glad to hear you’re ok, at least physically. Psychologically, I was always a little gun shy behind the wheel after a few accidents I had in my teens. (Nothing tragic, thank goodness.)
    Be well.

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