I can’t believe I’m still alive. We caught a cab to get to the Tropicana on cheap buffet night-a typical evening. We were having a nice conversation with the cabbie, relieved to pick up locals instead of tourists. He was talking about the latest scoop on one of the new developments when he trailed off in mid-sentence. Then he started to shake. We went sailing through an intersection where our light was red, our cabbie continuing to have his seizure. We got hit in the back, steering the car at an angle towards oncoming traffic. I was luckily in the front seat, so I was eventually able to get the wheel out of his seized up hands and get his foot off the gas. It was in the nick of time too, we were cutting across the turn lane before I was able to steer us off the street and into a light pole. An ambulance arrived. We found out later that our cabbie hadn’t made it, either the seizure or wreck had done him in. Anyone else would have thought it a coincidence, but he swore he’d get me one way or another. Someday.