We were driving home from a special afternoon in Seattle when suddenly an oncoming car - this car - smashed through one barrier and flew over another . . . right into my path. But not just mine: I had Cheryl and the boys with me.
Somehow, miraculously, I swerved and hit nothing (and nothing hit me, except a shower of coolant from the flying vehicle). But I will never forget the vision of the underside of that car filling my windshield. And the sound of the barrier turning to sticks and twisted metal.
I'd like to say it is my driving skill that saved us, but I will instead go with luck. Or maybe those angels Mom used to bully into watching out for me.
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