DETOUR for prayer

I Was Out On Highway 280 in San Mateo, California, in the middle of the day, in the middle of a traffic jam. Behind the wheel of my brand-new Plymouth Arrow—the first new car I'd ever owned—I was on my way to my girlfriend's house to show it to her. Looking way up ahead, I could see cars making a detour around something.

When I finally got to that spot, I saw a big dog, a black Labrador retriever, lying in the middle lane. He had been hit by a car, but I could see he was still alive. The other drivers were slowly steering their cars around him.

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