Personal Narrative: Moving To The Blue Road

Last year, I was driving to home after work. It was 5 pm and the interstate 65 South was packed up with traffic. The traffic was moving at very slow rate, and it was stopping at times. I was in the middle line when the traffic stopped, I as looking to by back mirror when suddenly I saw this Blue truck coming up at high speed, behind me, the line was stopped, he was coming to fast to be able and stop on time. I knew the blue truck was going to crash my car on the rear end. Quickly, by instinct I looked in both sides, to my right side the line was full of cars, it was not moving, so it was no way to move there. When I looked to the left line there was enough space for me to move to that side, but a sport yellow car was coming very fast, I tough I may had enough time to move to the left side line without this car crashing me, but I was not sure about
At that point I did no know what to do, if I stayed in the middle line the blue truck was going to crush me, and if I moved to the left line I may be crushed by the car that was coming, I was scared and confuse. I do not know, from were did I get the strength to do it, but I did it, I jumped quickly to the left side line. In the back of my head I was prepared to hear the yellow car impacting my car in the rear, because I jumped in front on him. I think that even for a fraction of second I closed my eyes, and waited for the impact. I waited, and waited without breathing, and nothing happened, I opened my eyes and looked on rear mirror, the yellow car was behind me, it did not hit me. I felt so relieved, and happy, my heart was about to get out of my chest, I was hyperventilating, and sweating, my hands were shaking, and I was barely able hold the steering wheel. Just in that moment I was able to breath again, I