When someone you love has a near miss, you find out how you will react to the real thing - not something I want to go through again for a very long time. I now can confirm that I will be a basket-case.
It is the same with driving on the highway and seeing another driver veering into your lane out of the corner of your eye. Depending on how close he gets is the difference between whoa and oh, my God. The residual reaction pounding through your brain may dissolve in minutes or strengthen your resolve to take mass transit.
Sometimes, the near misses are second-hand or after the fact. It happens in someone else's life and the shock is quick. Nerves are calmer when disaster is already averted. Only my husband's feistiness kept him from succumbing to a diabetic coma early Wednesday morning. Fear and apprehension stayed with me for several days so I was open to the whopper of a cold that hit me Friday night which, at least, took my mind off its infernal worrying. We had never gone through anything like this before. The EMT said his blood sugar was 15. He should not have been conscious. It was awful. But he is okay now.
I am thankful. If I ever think again that he is driving me crazy (which he will), I will remember this morning when I woke up to yelling and thrashing and nonsense words and the day I could have lost the great love in my life. I am thankful he is okay. I am thankful he is part of my life. I thank God for allowing me to love someone so deeply that I feel blessed.