Wednesday night, I was driving through the neighborhood. I rounded a corner and just two seconds later, this was my view. I could see the driver clearly. There was no time to think, no time to honk. I swerved off the road. Luckily there were no trees, other cars, people or big brick mailboxes. I just drove into the grass.

I came to a complete stop and looked in my rear view mirror. Just a few yards behind me, the other driver had stopped. She was STILL in my lane. She didn't look back. She didn't get out. She didn't get back into her own lane. She didn't signal. She just made a right hand turn from the left lane and drove away.

The adrenaline was flowing and I was in a little bit of shock. I drove home and just as I entered my house, my cell rang. It was my sister-in-law. She asked, "Hey! Do you happen to know anybody who drives a black.....Jeep....." Before she could finish, I yelled out, "Cherokee? NO! but one just forced me off the road!" She said that she had been forced off the road by the same car just minutes before. The lady was driving on my sister-in-law's side of the road. When my SIL tried to get off the road, she could only pull half way off because of other obstacles. The lady continued to head straight for her. My SIL laid on the horn but it wasn't until the last second that the lady swerved back into the correct lane.

We both called the police. The police drove through the neighborhood looking for her. We drove through the neighborhood too. No luck. But then around 10 pm, the officer called and they had caught her and arrested her.

They actually caught her when she almost drove head on into one of the police cars. Her blood alcohol level was 4 times the legal limit. So she was a tad drunk.

Phew! We're both still in a little bit of shock. The police are amazed that no one was hurt. They are stunned by the coincidence that both "victims" are related. Hopefully, she will get the help she needs.

But the bottom line is that we both feel like were definitely protected Wednesday night. I cannot describe the determined expression on the driver's face. Nor can I explain how close she was to my car and how fast I drove off the road. Everything happened so quickly, yet in slow motion.

I can think of about 25 lessons in this one experience!