Missed The Exit!

Back in the summer of 1996, when I was 21 years old, a friend and I decided to take a ride up to a place we weren't really familiar with to do some shopping. I was a really nervous driver, especially in unfamiliar territory, but I agreed to drive anyway. We were headed back home, engrossed in conversation, when my friend yelled out, "You missed our exit!" In a panic, I jerked the wheel to the right in an attempt to make the exit and hit a patch of gravel on the shoulder of the road. This made my car fishtail, and I went barrelling toward the guardrail. I felt a great force controlling my steering wheel and the path my car was taking.

There is no conceivable way that I should not have hit that guardrail, but miraculously, I stopped within literally a few inches of it. I pulled the car off the road and said a prayer of thanks to God for saving me from an accident.