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I jounced forward, hit the steering wheel with my chest as the car slumped to a stop.

I sat there for a long while, listening to the idling engine, the chirping of birds and droning of insects, waiting for the full import of what I’d seen, what I’d done to sink in.

If I’d have been going any faster, I’d be…

I let out a long, slow breath.

After a few seconds, feeling like a fool, I backed the car out of the ditch and away from the tree, got out to check for damage—a dented front fender and a smashed headlight on the passenger side.

And I knew how lucky I was.  I could have flipped the car or hit a larger, less yielding tree.





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