Last week, I was at a professional coaches conference. One night, walking back from dinner with colleagues, we were strolling along the sidewalk at a leisurely pace.

A car passed us on the left and, just ahead, a woman stepped off the curb. In an instant, the two met. There was a screech of brakes and the sound of a crunching blow.

I saw her airborne for an instant.

Then, it was strangely quiet, which concerned me. No crying or screaming. Nothing.

In a strange collusion without words, several of us moved forward. There were two large cement planters with full grown trees in them. The woman had disappeared into or in between them. We had no idea where she had landed, or her condition.

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