Last night I was driving my car home from the Wednesday prayer meeting at our church on the south end of Anchorage. As I rounded a corner on a road that opened up to four lanes across, I hit a patch of ice, sending my '77 Toyota Pickup totally out of control. I was the first car coming out of the light to turn onto that road, so there was no one next to me. I ended up spinning across both lanes going my direction, over the median, and continued across the two lanes in the other direction, being stopped by the far curb.Well, after a few hours of problem solving (I was incredibly unprepared- no cell phone, no jack, the spare was no good...) I called my wife who drove to our pastor's house, who brough his tool box to my stranded truck, helped my bend a whell back into shape, reinflate the tire, and proceed home safely.Basically, all in all, I lost control of my car, spun through four lanes of traffic, over a median (without flipping), and came out with only a slightly bent rear wheel. To think of all that could have be worse in that situation is amazing, considering that none of it did. Thanks, Father.
