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  • Chuck and I dated when I was 16 years old. We met at an ice skating rink in Culver City. He went to a different high school, so we really didn’t have any mutual friends. We enjoyed each others company. On this particular date we had gone to the movies and afterwards we went down to Santa Monica beach, near the Jonathon Club. He parked the car and we walked out onto the sand. The sand was cool and the air was warm, it was summertime. When you dug your feet down into the sand you could still feel the warmth of the sun from earlier in the day. I plopped down on the sand he sat down next to me and kissed me. I didn’t want to kiss, I wanted to talk. Only he didn’t want to talk he wanted to kiss. So I told him “I really don’t want to make out, I like you a lot and we have a great time together, but I just want to sit here for a few minutes and feel the sand slip through my fingers. Did you know that there are more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand on all the beaches in the world?” He just looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and said, “OK, lets go.” I’m still funneling the sand through my fingers and I say, ”All right, but not just yet, can we wait a few minutes?” He asked “Why”. I said, “there’s going to be a traffic accident out on PCH in a couple minutes and we should wait until after it happens”.

    Within four minutes, there was a traffic accident. The crunch and impact rang out. A head on collision, just in front of the parking lot where we had parked. The cars had impacted and swung in a wide arc through the intersection facing oncoming traffic in both directions. As we walked to the car he asked, “How’d you do that? If we had left when I asked we could have been in that mess.” I said, “I had a feeling, while we were sitting there, like we had been there before. Almost like a deja vu moment and I knew what would happen next.” I was a bit freaked by it, though I felt remarkably calm. Seeing his queasiness, I started talking about it in my “my God, I can’t believe that just happened” voice. I also knew that after that night we wouldn’t see each other again. It wasn’t because I didn’t like him or he didn’t like me. It was more like a narrow escape, and neither one of us wanted to go there again.
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