Close Call

My alarm sounded at 5am today. I was sure to get down to the lobby a few minutes before 6am so that I wouldn't get left behind (shuttle nazis in LA...). All was going well (no broken airplanes, on-time departures, etc) until the last few minutes of our last leg into SJC.
It didn't feel like much to me, but enough to make me think, hmm, why'd they do that?

After we landed and I opened the flight deck door, Captain Neilson said, "You were almost dead and you didn't even know it."

Say what?

"Didn't you feel that dip?"

"Yeah, what was that about?" I asked calmly.

"We were going head on with a single engine aircraft!" he added.

Both Scott and Julie (First Officer Julie Brooks) seemed a bit shaken.

Oh, the excitment! I shrugged it off and finished gathering up my things. What else could I do?

I'm glad I'm alive and not spread all over the bay area. That would have ruined my day and made me wish I would have missed the shuttle.