Answer:
About five years ago. It was a quiet morning and I was alone, walking, going up a slope, about two minutes from my house.
Suddenly I hear a noise, and when I look up, I see a runaway car coming towards me. I thought: if I stay here, I will be run over, if I run to the street, he can change the path and run over me in the same way.
On my left side, there was a house with iron bars at the gate. I grabbed the bars and managed to climb the gate and fall into the house. It all took seconds. I only saw the car stopping at a pole, exactly where I was seconds ago.
Then I saw that the car was driverless and had a little girl of about three years old. The driver, mother of the little girl, fumbled when parking, and the car went down the hill without a driver. She tried but was unable to get the baby out of the car. The child had minor injuries and I didn't even get a scratch. I was born again.
