A close shave

After work a few days ago I was running around Seaside Park coming onto dark. A helicopter was circling around the park. I did not think much about it. Then an undercover police car turned up. I didn't have much to think about this either. There were some other people around, including kids, all playing in the park and minding their own business about the helicopter and the policeman. It was now pitch dark as I began my final lap. I was nearing the end of it when mum yelled out, very upset, "run Matt". I ran to the car and jumped in. It was already moving. I looked around and suddenly another few police cars were on the scene. They herded everyone towards the end of the park. We were not allowed to leave at all. Mum had asked the police if it was still safe for me to run, and the answer was no. It was a tense situation. We did not feel safe and we had no idea what was going on as we sat in our cars in the corner. It could have been anything. An armed person on the loose? An escaped prisoner? It was an anxious time. Finally the police came and told us what the problem was. There was an unexploded bomb in a car on the side of the park. The bomb was on the right hand side of the road, and we were to drive on the left hand side of the road as fast as we could and not stop. We did this, tense all the way. In doing so we shot past thirteen police cars, an ambulance, the bomb squad and TV1 and TV3 news cameras, as well as a large bunch of locals and police dogs. Now we were safe. At home, I reflected on the fact that I have had some serious near death experiences, much more serious than this. Dad has too, and this has had a big influence on his art. I will talk about these at a later date.