I usually call it a miracle when I realize that I might have crashed my car but didn't. Once I was driving this awful intersection. I am going to describe it for your reading pleasure.
Driving south on interstate 95 north of Boston two major roads merge. Then about 4 seconds after the merge (depending on the speed) there is a right turn to Route One to Boston. One must travel over quickly to the left after the merge and one should be on the right side if taking the next exit. Well, of course, someone wasn't paying attention and forgot all that. He, in his little sport's car cut right in front of me. We are going at least 55, but I forget. One half second difference and my kids and I would be dead or mangled bad enough that we might wish it. So I thanked God. Just because.