A brush with death… Details soon…
Details are essentially that, on I-75 on the way to Tampa for a going-away party, a tire blew on Drew’s car. Tereva, Drew and I were quickly jolted to attention as we heard the loud thumping noise of a blown tire and as the car began to veer off the road. Somehow Drew kept his cool, and even though we did a 180º in 80 mph traffic and ended up directly facing the F250 behind us, he got the car to end up in the median with only a smashed back end and three severely shaken young folks. After sitting on the side of the road for a while and being joined by EMS, fire, sheriff, and state troopers, Karima picked us up and drove us back to Gainesville where we proceeded to relax our faces off in light of our apparent near demise. I’m still a little shaken up; I’ve never been that afraid for my life. One good memory is that as soon as we were jolted into awareness, all three of us began instantly yelling varieties of “Jesus!”, “Jesus save us!” and “God please help!”
