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Yesterday I had one of those "good lord don't let that happen and it's happening anyway and I can't stop it" kind of moments.

Little E was playing soccer with his buddy in the front yard. I was watching through my bedroom window. I saw the neighbor pull in to his driveway. Then I saw Eric's ball roll under the back wheel.

Eric darted after the ball, laid ON HIS STOMACH RIGHT BEHIND THE BACK WHEEL and start reaching for it. The neighbor had not turned his car off. He could easily have thought, hmm, I forgot something, thrown it in reverse and run my son over.

So I did the only thing I could do. I screamed at Eric - through the window - at the top of my lungs. Like a crazy person.

He was probably 10 feet from me - but it seemed like a mile. He glanced up, frowned at me, then continued reaching for his ball. I went ape-shit ballistic and almost dove through the window screen. The neighbor saw me, stopped his car, and got out looking puzzled.

This all happened in the span of about 3 seconds.

I saw my son's life pass before my eyes. I couldn't stop shaking. My neighbor didn't know - couldn't have known - that Eric was behind is car, flat on his stomach, just seconds from him pulling into his driveway.

I am so lucky. What would we do without him? My head started spinning after he got his talking to and went in the backyard to play. I went in the basement afterward - hung onto the dryer - and tried not to throw up.

I am so lucky. And when you think about it, ANYONE with kids is so lucky. Everyday. Split seconds and dumb choices can change everything. Thank God they didn't change anything at my house yesterday. But in my head, in all honesty, I saw it happen.

IMAGE: Colton and Little E prepare to sell Boy Scout popcorn today.

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