The last time I visited Chicago I could have died. My rental car, with Tosha sitting shotgun to my right and me driving, was sideswiped by a UPS truck on a Saturday morning. The Chevrolet Impala responded well when I floored it and used that power and "drift sliding" to regain control and miss literally dozens of cars parked on either side of the one-way street. Somehow my brain and instincts "remembered" this technique from a "winter driving course" I took long ago for an insurance discount and just kicked in.
I knew then, as I now recall after the death of my student Ms. Sheyanne Peacock in a car accident, that life is exceedingly fragile. It can end in a moment, in a wink, in a second -- without recourse of any kind.
Fate is not kind; accidents happen wherever and whenever they will. And we are the victims; the outcome; the final "ends" of those experiences.Whether we live or whether we die -- we are forever affected.
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