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Driving to New York on weekends was a pastime for a
lot of people, especially if you had family there. My

husband decided that we should go on the weekend too.

We had a brand-new car, so no problem, right? After
working all week, he came home Friday evening saying,

“We are going to drive to New York, leaving tonight.”
I suggested we wait until morning, but as usual, what he

says goes.

After we left the border, he became tired, fell asleep, and
ran off the road into a ditch. He told me not to say that

he fell asleep, but it was so obvious, I didn’t need to say
anything. It was only God’s mercy that allowed us to

run off at that spot—and not into a ravine or a bridge.
Needless to say, we got stuck. In the back seat was my

little girl. Someone called the cops, and they called a

tow truck to pull us out. The car was not too badly
damaged, so we came back home. We never tried it

again until years later.

Meanwhile, the kids were growing up nicely, attending

school, and making their own decisions. Some good,

some not so good. But they all grew up nicely by the

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