You ever stop to think about the miracles around us that we don't even notice? The close calls that we, in our oblivion, pass through, unscathed, not noticing the danger diverted by a divine and unseen hand?
Yesterday, we had some wicked bad storms (again...) tearing through the area. Tim and I went to the other house in town. Ten minutes later, we were on the road. In that ten minutes, the storm had hit, and there were downed branches and wires EVERYWHERE. I was worried about Cara heading home from Dylan's house on the other side of the state. I called and got her voicemail. I warned her that the storm was severe, and that she should pull over and wait it out, because it was fast moving, and by the time she finished a hamburger, it would be gone by.
No worries. She got home that night, long after nightfall. (Map Quest is not infallible, did you know? I was shocked...) She was heading west and the storm was heading east. However she was far enough south that she was completely unaware of the storm until she began to head north on the final leg of her trip. Debris everywhere. At one point, she came across a large portion of tree across the road. She said, "I didn't have a choice. I went around it. I heard a big snap, like a popping noise. I pulled over and checked the tires, but they were fine. I don't know what that was..."
This morning we went out to discover that she was about 20 feet of high tension wire tangled under and dragging behind our car. Was it 'live' when she went through it? I cannot say, and I shudder to think it might have been, especially knowing that she had pulled over to check those tires....