Whoa!

I was on my way to the hardware store today when I stopped behind two cars at a red traffic light.  Soon, the red changed to a green arrow.  We all continued to wait for a solid green except the driver in front of me.  She rammed into the truck ahead of her, pushing it several feet into the intersection, and crumpling her own hood.  The drivers got out to inspect the damage, exchange insurance numbers, and get on with things.  Everyone was fine.  But it's been on my mind, probably because it seems like something I could do.  Change the radio station, check on the backseat, adjust the AC, glance at the light, hit the gas.  Sounds like my life.  Perhaps I'm trying to do too many things at one time.