Today, riding from work to home, I was hit by a car.

I ride approximately 20 miles a day. 8 miles to and from work and 2 miles goofing around. I try to stay in the neighborhoods to avoid as much of traffic as possible.

Coming down a hill at 15 mph, I crossed an uncontrolled intersection when a small truck sped through hitting my front tire and causing me to flip over my handle bars.

The Creator was watching me. I went over the vehicle's bed missing it entirely. I landed on my back shoulder and slide for a bit. (Ouch)

A half a second earlier and I would have died or been severely wounded. I laid there a minute wondering if I was ok. Multiple people came running out from their houses to see if I was ok. Someone helps me get up. Another starts picking up all my stuff.

The driver comes over and says "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."