Have you ever imagined what your death would be like? Or even thought about it? Let's take a walk with Janine Watkins to see the untimely, unimaginable death she's about to stare right in the eyes. Will she survive the tragedy... or not?

Janine Watkins receives her income tax debit card in the mail. With enthusiasm, she's ripping open the envelope and peeling back the brochure from the adhesive on the Turbo Tax card. She's putting on her shoes and walking out the door. She walks across the street grinning from ear to ear to the bus stop. Now she's getting on the bus as she swipes her Q card. She greets the lady bus driver with a friendly smile, and now she's sitting down. The bus has now arrived at her destination, so she presses the yellow stop notification button. She's getting off the bus, and now she's strolling across the street to the Nissan dealership. She's walking across the 59 and Beltway 8 feeder intersection with her melanated skin drenched in shea butter and the summer breeze blowing through her natural Afro hairdo. She's walking into the dealership as she lights up the entire building with her bright and fierce energy.

A salesman dressed in a long sleeved button-up collar shirt and slacks walks up to Janine smiling as he shakes her hand "Thanks for stopping by Nissan. How are you doing on this lovely day". Janine says "I'm doing fantastic. How about yourself." She picks out her car, test drives it, and now, she's closing the deal with the salesman. She now has the keys to her brand spankin' new Nissan Pathfinder with tinted windows, leather interior, a boomin' stereo system with surround sound, and she's breathing in the fresh scent of "new car" in the air. She's plugging her new iPhone 7 Plus into the axillary port, and Put your records on by Corrine Bailey Rae is blasting as she sings along, off key and off pitched.

She's driving down 59 and she says "What the heck. I'll take the Westpark Tollway to get home quicker" because the dealer tags are still on the car, and she has no registration yet. She's driving 75 miles per hour, and now, she's in a tunnel. She's driving into the tunnel, and she's about 1/4 of a mile into the tunnel, and the tunnel is 5 miles in total length. Then all of a sudden, her car starts slowing down. Now, it has shut completely off and it is completely dead. She's turning the key in the ignition and pumping her brakes, but nothing is happening.

She tried to open the door to the driver's seat, but there's no room to get out without going into the left lane, and getting smashed onto someone's windshield like lovebugs in the spring. So she's looking over to the left and she's opening the passenger door, but the door can only open slightly without hitting the brick wall. There's no room for her to get out on either sides. She has her phone in her hand and she's trying to call for help with only 20 percent battery left on her phone. But there's absolutely no cell phone reception in this tunnel whatsoever. So now she's crawling into the spacious 4x4 trunk to see if she can get someone's attention. Her windows are tinted, so she has to open the trunk and flag someone down for help. She looks down and reaches for the door handle to open the trunk from inside, then she looks up... SKIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRT!!!!!!

A black excursion slams on breaks and stopped an inch away from Janine's bumper, right in front of her eyes. With her eyes opened as wide as two silver dollars, she's looking out the rear windshield while shaking and trembling, and slowly inching back into the back seat of her Pathfinder. She pulled the back seat back into position and sits with her feet on the floor. Now she's looking back and the black is excursion gone. She's nervously panicking out loud "I hope whoever that was called for help". Now she's just watching all the cars speeding past her at 80 miles per hour, bumper to bumper.

She decides to lay down, and she's praying and pleading with God. Her heart rate has elevated to 160 beats per minute. She continues to pray, now she's singing Can't nobody do me like Jesus. Janine is calm now. She's dozing off. And now she is sound asleep. She's peacefully sleeping and time is passing by quickly. She's been asleep for 2 hours. All of a sudden BOOM!!! The deafening sound of an explosion in 3-D.

With her eyes bucked wide open, she jumps up, paralyzed with fear. She turns around to see the back window completely shattered, and the entire trunk of her car caved in all the way to the back seat where she's sitting. Shes looking straight ahead into the eyes of the driver of the 18 wheeler gasoline truck that ran into her, as he's slowly backing away, and now he's driving off. She looks through the broken glass at the oncoming traffic going around her, she's pleading out loud "Lord Jesus send some help! Please don't let me die!" She's waving her hands to see if anyone that's driving can see her, praying someone calls for help, and that the person can give 911 the exact location when they do call.

She has been flagging down cars for an hour and a half. The sun has gone down and darkness has fallen. All Janine can see now is high beams of the night traffic speeding at her, getting closer and brighter by the split second. She says "Fuck it" and now she's lying back down and talking and laughing to herself. She's lying there awake in her own imagination, picturing herself on a roller coaster ride at an amusement park. And now, it is completely silent and pitch black inside of this deep and narrow tunnel.

The battery on her phone is dead, and there isn't the tiniest glimmer of light. She's all alone, stranded, it's pitch black, and there is nothing but blackness in sight. She's calmly waiting and now, the sounds of sirens crescendo and the red and blue sirens are flashing. She smiles as she opens up the rear left door because there was absolutely no incoming traffic. Three police cars, an ambulance, and a fire truck pulled up. The police officer gets out, now they are walking towards one another. She looks to see the back of her brand new SUV totaled, and the trunk smashed flat like a pancake. She smiling as the policeman is asking her if she is ok. She replies "I'm fine, I just need a tow truck and a ride home." The ambulance driver is trying to convince her to go to the hospital to get x-rays. But she's certain she's fine, and has not a single scratch on her.

The tow truck is here and the police, ambulance, and fire trucks are taking off. Her car is now secured onto the back of the tow truck, and they are buckled up and ready to go. As the tow truck driver is driving off, he's looking at Janine and acknowledging that what happened to her was a miracle. Janine smirks following with a two-syllable chuckle and her eyebrows raised "I know right!" She smiles all the way home and just reflects over her life with gratitude.

Now she's home to her family as they are gathered around the television. They all run up to her, simultaneously hugging her ever so tightly. As the 10 o'clock news is playing in the background, she inhales the aroma of the stuffed bell peppers her husband cooked for her as she observes her family's excitement and relief. She smiles and points at the image of the Westpark Tollway entrance being blocked to save her, the heavy traffic jam that was backed up for several miles, and the news reporter telling the story. Ecstatically, she announces "The car that was stuck in that tunnel that's on the news right now.... that was me!"