Aren't near death experiences supposed to make you think or value your life or something?

Know what's kinda weird?  I nearly died the other day, and haven't mentioned it to a soul.  In fact, I wasn't even really frightened.  A car spun out in front of me on Batesville Pike on the way home from work (by the way, owner of blue mustang, when you see ice, you probably should make it a policy to NOT yell "OH SHIT ICE, (and then) HIT THE BRAKES WITH BOTH FEET!"). 

It spun 4 or 5 entire rotations, clipping the BMW convertible in front of me as he (and I) tried to swerve around... Batesville Pike doesn't have a shoulder, which makes this a feat.  I came to a stop as far over as I could get before going into the ditch and just watched as the blue mustang clipped the beemer and continued to spin toward me. 

It didn't hit me.

It stopped.  Facing the way I was going, but just about next to me.  He pulled over to wear the other really expensive car in this incident had pulled over.  No one was hurt, so my and my ancient, somewhat falling apart Camry headed on home.