Brush with death

This afternoon I had went out while Kyle and the boys were napping to get some errands done with out kids. I went to Valley Thrift because on Monday's they have % off everything. I was happy to find some good buys and then left to head to Meijers in Fields Ertle to return some stuff we just don't need. I was on 71 North and I was in the slow lane. At that point on 71 there are 4 lanes of traffic. I was going about 50-55 in the 65 MPH zone only because traffic was quite heavy, when out of the corner of my eye I see a white 4 door car come speeding over from the third lane of traffic almost slamming into the side of me. I swerve to the right while he is still coming towards me when my wheels go out of control and my steering wheel turns like wild. All I could hear was the screeching of my tires and I could smell the rubber burning as they spun. I my head all I could think of was thank God I left the boys at home... this is the end of me. My cars front end started going right and the back end of my car spun around and came within 2 inches from the guard wall (the officer measured it), and when I opened my driver door there was only 5 inches of room from the door to the wall. How I missed that wall I am not sure. But I was turned all the way around facing the wrong way in traffic. As soon as I came to a full stop I threw my e-brake on and slammed my car in park and turned my car off. Terrified I searched for my phone. I usually tuck it in my lap in case I need it or someone calls me. But from the car being thrown around the way it did, it had fallen on the floor and went under my seat. Since I couldn't open my car door to get out, I had to climb over to the passenger side seat to reach under my seat to get my phone. I slowly moved back over to my seat and dialed 911. It was almost 25 minutes from the time the incident happened until the patrol officer came to my rescue, but not one person stopped. Not one person. I was hysterical when he got there, and he took a report and then escorted me backwards 1/2 a mile until the the end of the barrier wall so I could back into the grass and turn around. I cried the whole way home. I refuse to drive that way to go to Fields Ertle ever again. God was watching over me then, I know it.