There But For The Grace of God

Sometimes, events conspire to remind me to simply be thankful to be alive.

Had I left for work a few seconds later than I did today, I would have been in the line of the HGV that I watched ploughing straight through the central reservation on the M62.

As it is, I just found myself waiting on the motorway for a couple of hours and giving my contact details to the police before driving back down the motorway the wrong way, heading home, and giving my wife and boy a big hug.