Life after the close risk that I could be dead

On a beautiful winter morning I walked down the slope from my home with my dog Ginger. I found a pile of black trash in the middle of the slope road. Since I had the habit to clear it away to keep our environment clean, I bent down to pick it up. But there are more than two items so I managed to take out my glove and put the trash into the plastic bag. In this about 3 more seconds, I just heard a car running down the slope. I know there is no time for me to escape while my head was down yet facing uproad. It is just a second before the car may crash into my head and I heard the sudden braking noise.



That is the noise that keep my life going intact. Without it, I could be a victim of accident, whether in perfect coma or simply pass away...I just feel I am through with a unexpected but ridiculous risk. If I was hit with bad luck by this reckless speeding driver in a private street, my life will be truncated. Should I thank the driver for successful braking, or blame him for driving fast? I don't recognize him and I didn't see him when he moved on and leave. That is no important to me, I feel. What is important is that I survive this risk and I am thankful for God. I have even more reasons to pay back the society with what I have right now.