Halloween is trying hard this year to scare the willies out of us.

I appreciate the effort but, truly, if we want to be frightened out of our wits, we only need to reflect on real life.

Today, I refer to the monsters that live in our head — our own brushes with death.

Since the early ‘90s, my husband and I have been daily walkers. We’ve walked with our kids, our dogs, our music, our books, our demons.

Several years ago this week, while on that constitutional, I was hit by an SUV. The truck cut the corner I was standing on and its mirror smacked me right in the face, knocking me out and throwing me to the ground.

I survived the bruises, concussion and surgery to repair nerve damage to my hand, but the Harry Potter-like scar across my forehead is a constant reminder of the what-ifs.

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