I Know What I Saw!

I was driving home from a conference today, and about a mile from my exit, I saw a man in the middle of the highway. I was in the far right lane and he was standing between the middle lane and left lane. I thought my heart was going to stop. He was just standing there. I didn't get a good look at his face, but he was a little taller than average with sandy-colored, shaggy hair almost to his collar bone. He had on a navy blue hooded sweatshirt and a blue and gray plaid quilted jacket that was unzipped. He was wearing jeans and I noticed that he was wearing ski gloves, a dark color, maybe gray, blue or black.

I remember thinking that he was going to be killed! Cars were zooming by at 65-70 mph and he was just standing there between lanes! But nobody was swerving to avoid him. It was like none of the other drivers on the road saw him.

That's when it happened...a car from the middle lane signaled a lane change and began moving to the left. The car went through him. I saw the car go through him. I thought I had to be mistaken and in that split second, I convinced myself that the car didn't go through him. The car had to have hit him. I almost crashed as I swerved toward the right lane shoulder, frantically alternating looking over my shoulder and in my rear view mirror--waiting for the squealing of tires as people tried to avoid the body on the road.

There was none of that.

There was no body in the middle of the highway. There was no man there at all.

But I know what I saw. And no, I am not making this up.