A wheel of an 18 wheeler hit my car yesterday

and I'm still here.

I don't have any witty response to type, nor do I have some prayer to chant, I am just honestly happy to be alive. 
This wheel was damn near bigger than my car door itself and I managed to come out scar-less from a shower of plexiglass.
I'm STILL picking out shards of glass from my pockets, shoes, even had some in my ears.
Right now I'm going about my life as I normally would but I can't help reflect on the Final Destination-type French kiss with death I had. 
Peace to the other folks who found the truck and got the plate for me and the man who pulled my door off so I could quit hyperventilating, y'all didn't have to do that but I surely appreciate it.