Ripples

My husband--love and light of my life--had a very close call yesterday. The light was green but he swears he heard a clear voice saying, "Stop. Look both ways." His hesitation likely saved his life, as a speeding truck screeched and veered and just skimmed his front bumper. Today I am in touch with the precariousness of life and also the mystery. Where did that voice come from? Who are we, really?