All three tales you are about to read are 100% true.
Once in my life, I have been witness to what happens when someone did something blindingly stupid, and probably lost their life for it. On my way to work about 4 years ago, at an intersection that involves some ill-timed stoplights and a freeway underpass (leaving cross traffic a good 150 feet or so to get up to speed before the second intersection), I watched a small car try to run a red light.
Said small car was promptly compacted to probably 1/3 its former size by the dual impact of a Dodge Ram and a Ford F-250, both of which hit it on the driversí side. Said small car, after these impacts, flew forward and wrapped its remaining mass (minus almost all the glass and at least one door and a wheel) around the post for the traffic lights.
Twice in my life, I have been fortunate enough to have blind cosmic luck save my life.
The first time was in the first car I ever owned. It was a huge boat of a car, not that that mattered. It was probably about 10 at night, and I was on my way home from something I forget what. Iíd just filled up at a gas station, and was getting ready to pull out to drive home when the car stalled. Half a second later, while I was trying to restart it, an 18-wheel Semi with two trailers attached to it blew right past my front bumper at probably double the posted speed limit of 45.
The second time was this morning; I was coming through Colosseís downtown area (the freeways were all messed up) on the edge, to get to work. Stopped at a four-way intersection, checked both waysÖ clear. Hit the gas, let back on the clutch, and realized Iíd forgotten to shift back to first gear.
While I was shifting, a car came down the road, again obviously speeding, and blew right through the intersection, right through the place where my driversí side door probably would have been.
Iím alive. My nerves are shot, and thereís this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that something or someone is REALLY watching out for meÖ but Iím alive to tell the tale, which is probably more than I could say had either event not happened, and itís probably more than I can say of the person who ran the red light in my first tale.