Man, I absolutely got goose bumps reading this. I've had a similar experience and also had similar thoughts about it. I doubt I have mentioned this to more than a handful of people in the 40 some years since it happened.
I am 60 years old now. I guess I was maybe 17 or so years old and had just recently gotten my driver's license. I was living in Maryland at the time. My mom let me take her car (a '61 Pontiac Bonneville) and like most kids that day and age, I just wanted to take a DRIVE. No destination in mind, just experiencing the new found freedom of WHEELS.
I was driving down Harford Road heading towards town and had gotten in the left hand turn lane to make a left onto Cold Spring Lane. I was able to make the turn without stopping so I had turned the wheel to make the left hand turn when I heard a car horn to my left. Like a dumbass I turned to look to see if someone was beeping at me, while right in the middle of that turn. Now there was a drug store on the right side of Cold Spring, and if I remember correctly, a used car lot on the left. Hell, I can't remember what I did yesterday, but this is all so vivid in my mind.... Anyway, after I had turned looking for the source of that car beeping it's horn, I turned my head back to look forwards and to my horror I saw that I had turned too wide and I was about to smash into a parked car on the right hand side of the road. It was just getting to be dark and I had the headlights on, and all I could see in front of me was the back end of that parked car. All I could see were it's taillights and license tag with NO room to spare. I don't know how fast I was going, but certainly faster than I should have. Anyway, I KNEW there was no way to avoid hitting that parked car so all I did was SHUT MY EYES and think "Mom is going to KILL me!" I did not hit the brakes nor turn the wheel. I knew neither would make any difference at all as close as I was to that parked car.
Next thing I knew I opened my eyes and I was PAST that parked car, maybe about 100 feet, maybe going 10 or 15 miles per hour. I pulled over to the side of the road and just sat there dumbfounded and shaking like a leaf. I don't know about any lost time but I swear my memory is of it being LIGHTER out than it was when I started making that turn. Maybe my eyes were just dilated in shock.... When I could bring myself to drive again, I headed right back on home and didn't say a word to anyone about that incident. But I have thought about it constantly over the years.
I have absolutely NO idea what happened. There was just no way in hell I could have missed hitting that parked car. I didn't even TRY to avoid it because I knew my goose was cooked, but good. Of course I tried to come up with all sorts of explanations. Did I unconsciously whip the wheel to the left and miss the parked car? With my eyes closed? And then whipped it back again to put me straight on the road instead of plowing into that used car lot? Heck, I drove back to that intersection MANY times afterwards to try to figure it out, and nothing seemed possible. I couldn't have done anything to miss that parked car. But yet I did and I did NOTHING at all to make that happen. I had my eyes closed and was clenching the steering wheel with all my might waiting for the impact. That never came.....
Yeah, I often wondered if I had actually died in that car crash that day. And perhaps when that happens my consciousness simply "switched channels" to "something, somewhere else". Another copy of me and my life where I didn't make that dumbass mistake that killed me. Pretty much an unprovable theory. I had no witnesses. All I know is that an impossible event happened that I just cannot explain. And even at this late date, I sure wish I could...... But I'm not about to go out and purposely try to test any theory such as this. Even more terrifying, what will happen if I should be laying in my death bed from some terminal illness. Will I be there FOREVER in that death bed, never really dying, just "switching channels" again to another version of me that still keeps on living.