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Dear Journal,

Todays journal title includes nothing more than a couple of Latin words. These words help in describing an odd occurance that took place today.

Driving home, cutting through the airport, a huge sports utility vehicle (SUV), came looming at me from my right, attempting to overtake my two-seater sport car's position.

As it was, the SUV's lane was merging into the lane my car was occupying. At this point, it just so happened to be that my vehicle was in front of the SUV.

As a natural response to the huge SUV about to enter in on my three-o'clock position, I pressed on the acceleration pedel, wanting to give more space to the SUV that was now, trying to race me.

That's when it happened.

A flash of silver-bright light blurred my vision. Along with the flash of light seemed to be a twitching of my eyes, but only for a microsecond.

My head seemed to convulse quickly from left-to-write, no longer than one would see a flash of lightening in the sky.

Actually, the latter is probably the closest to an analogy I have in explaining what I had experienced.

My mind seemed to calm in a split instance after the "flashing" subsided. As if I had passed into the eye of a storm.

This being my first attempt in writing any of this down, it catches my attention and had become an interest to me that I referred to this as a "storm."=

Did I have a storm of synaptic messages, decussating as they did in fluxuations as thoughts of intolerance surged through my brain. To be sure, I wasn't initially pleased with the SUVs manuever.

Thinking clearly and consciously, making a choice to play into the game the SUV driver seemed to want to play, I stepped on the gas, my car keeping his SUV from passing, whipped around the next to turns, yeilded at a red light - before making a right turn -- raised my arm up and outside the window in a victory salute "hang-loose," and continued to leave the SUV in the dust. My dust, to be exact.

By then, it didn't seem the SUV was into "playing" anymore, and I understood why when the SUV ended up pulling into some far-behind-me parking lot.

Though, it had been many minutes since I had gained my composure from almost being rammed, I couldn't but help to think what just happened.

Really. What just happened?!

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