I’ve lived in two large cities since my 30’s and I’ve come so close to serious head trauma or near death, just from walking outside. Once I was in a very bad state of mind, recently divorced and newly depressed and needing to consult with a psychopharmacologist. I had left his office, was crossing the street, wondering what my life was, and a streetcar suddenly whizzed by. One or two feet closer and I would have been crushed badly.
A few years ago I became convinced that it was only a matter of time before I would be struck by a cab or car or speeding bike courier. I don’t always pay attention when I’m crossing the street. Deep down inside I believe in rules and order. When the light turns red, I presume that all vehicles will stop and let me pass unscathed. I like to think that some rules do matter. Some things are clearly right or wrong. Then a couple of years ago I had another life defying moment when I stepped off the curb at an extremely busy intersection. A crosstown bus was actually speeding through the intersection! And the light was Red! The only thing that saved my life, I believe, was that the driver honked. He was doing something illegal but had the sense to alert bystanders that he had no intention of stopping for us. One more foot and I would have been reunited with my mother. Or severely disabled.
Texting and walking down the street? I have enough trouble just walking and getting to my destination alive.