It was a Sunday afternoon. It may have been three or four o'clock, somewhere between then. Closing the trunk of my Lexus, I picked up the daisy duffel bag from the ground and began making my way back into the dorm. The sun was out and blinding. I could hardly see getting to the sidewalk and had left my glasses in the car.

Then it happened.

As quick as a wink, a less than gentle force gripped me, forced me off the road and onto the sidewalk. A car rushed past. No, it was a lifted truck with tinted windows.

I glanced at whatever shoved me out of the way. A boy! He must've been a student too because he wore jeans, a school logo shirt, and a hat with a similar logo.

He sat up behind me, caught his breath, and asked, "are you alright?" He jumped to his feet and helped me up off the ground, wiping the dirt off me. "Yes, I think so. Thank you, I didn't even hear that truck!"

He grinned at me and replied, "it's okay, I'm just glad I did. Otherwise, you would've become part of the road!" "True," I quickly replied, keeping light of the situation.

A brief moment of silence fell as we just glanced at each other. He began walking toward the door to our dorm hall and held the door open for me.

"Thank you, again," I said. He smiled and nodded at me. He headed for the stairs and I the elevator.

And life went on.