Close Calls

I'm not sure why this memory popped up just now but it was a foggy December night when I was a child and my whole family was in the car on our way to the Italian Canadian Club in Guelph. It was for some Christmas festivity. In any case the fog was dense and we didn't see the railway crossing lights and there was no barrier but we all felt the whoosh of the train just miss our car as we crossed the tracks. In that one moment, my whole family could have been taken out and collectively we felt the gratitude with that realization.