"What's going on?" I say.
My friend, who is driving the two of us to lunch, stops at the green light with all the cars around us.
She sighs. "Oh, who knows. This street is always so busy."
We see a truck in the middle of the intersection ahead of us. The front of the truck is blocking our lane of traffic, and each car in our lane is merging slowly into the next lane to pass.
"I don't know why they don't put left turn signals on this street," she says, looking for traffic so she can merge over.
I see the driver of the truck get out and stand in front of his vehicle, looking stunned.
We see a different man running towards the truck.
"What is going on anyway?" she says, and we both look to see what the man was running toward.
And then we see him.
He is lying underneath the truck and the blood is pooling. I have never seen this much blood come from one person. I have never seen this much blood. Ever.
The man is lying completely under the truck. I can only assume he was completely run over by the front tires.
My friend and I both turn away and practically scream. We cover our mouths and tears spring to our eyes.
"OhmyGod OhmyGod, why did I look? why did I look?" my friend says.
We hear the sirens and see a police car racing toward the scene from behind us. We make it into the next lane and pass by.
We drive down the street in complete silence, in disbelief at what we'd seen.
I am not normally a prayerful person, but I prayed for him and his family.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon I thought of how quickly our lives can change and how fragile we are. I thought about how we focus on the inconvenience in our lives caused by the events that devastate others.
Tonight I checked to see if the accident would be on the news and it was, under the headline "Pedestrian struck and killed by truck in St. Paul."
This is going to stick with me for a while.