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He could have been killed. We all could have been killed.
There was only superficial damage to our van. Bernie and the
guards remained on the scene and waited for local police to come
and take details, and for tractors and cranes to remove the semitrailer
from the road. There was nothing else I could do there, so I continued
running, Katie following me on a pushbike with food and water. Some
hours later, when the accident had been cleared up, Bernie caught up
with us. I lost only half an hour from the run.
One of the cops, according to Bernie, wanted to know how he
could donate to the run.
Life is balanced in such a fragile way. I thought about the short-
ness of our existence on earth and the poem 'The Dash', about making
the most of the time we are given today, because we may not be here
tomorrow.
Katie, who was badly shaken by the prang, has written down her
impression of the near-calamity as she experienced it from inside the
Winnebago, so I've included it here. It brings home the horror of the
near- miss.
