It was the mid 90's, and we had left Marianne's parents' place on
Hilton Head after a week of free vacation. (I love free vacations.)
We always joked about driving through thunderstorms, and without a
doubt, the biggest "frog stranglers" I've ever encountered have been
in the Palmetto State.
We were northbound on 95 when the skies turned black and the monsoon
began. The wind was pushing hard from the left. Visibility was
I heard a loud bang, and I was aware of wind and water in my face.
It took me a few seconds to gather my senses.
My driver's side window was gone. It had exploded into the cabin
of our minivan.
Yours truly had some cuts on my arms and hands.
Marianne, Jessica and I were all covered in bits of glass.
I kept driving until we reached an exit with a gas station.
I was OK until we saw the damage. I remember shaking.
The grease monkeys there and a State Trooper surveyed our van.
No one had any idea what hit us. We had seen nothing.
We took a plastic garbage bag, and, you guessed it, duct taped
it in place of the window.
The drive home was a blur.
We arrived and were greeted by my parents who were
housesitting for us. My Dad looked at the van, and became visibly
upset. He knew, as did I, that the outcome could have been
devastating. Had I been driving a bit faster...or slower...or in a
These things happen to us. They happened to our ancestors.
Those blinks of time that determine a hit or miss.
When you think about it, it's an absolute miracle that any of
us have made this far.
But that's what life is, isn't it?