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I parked the twins in a supermarket trolley outside the Geege's shop to pick up our bag of library books. I turned my back for all of one minute, heard a squeal from the Minx, turned and started running.
I got back to the door of the shop to find the trolley approximately five metres in front of me; out of control. Racing down the hill in the direction of a busy street.
I shrieked and watched, while I ran as fast as I could to catch the runaway trolley, as it hurdled the gutter and rolled onto the road.
Into a stream of traffic. My heart sunk. My mouth went dry.
I reached the trolley as it was across the first lane of traffic. I whispered 'thank you' to the poor driver who, had fortunately braked his car before he hit the trolley. He looked shocked. He looked overwhelmed.
I pulled the trolley back up the gutter onto the sidewalk, in a state of shock, as I watched the busy road return to action.
The twins were in tears. I was in tears. All I could think was how lucky we were to have survived this ordeal.
I totally dodged a bullet today.
I know you are not reading this, but thank you, thank you, thank you, Mr Driver. Your attentive driving saved my children's lives today. I cannot thank you enough for braking your car. For not harming my kids. For being there for them when I was not. You totally had my back and I thank you sincerely for it.
I am embarrassed that I left my children in a trolley unattended today.
I am so angry with myself for putting my children in harms way.
Smart people do dumb things.