Behind the wheel—with God
Driving downtown in heavy traffic was exciting. I was in my last year of high school and on my way to pick up my senior pictures. The sky was a cloudless blue, and the late afternoon sun lit the air with a soft golden glow. I was in a world of my own as I drove and sang.
Stopping for a red light, I saw the sign for the street where I was supposed to turn left. Without thinking or even looking in my rearview mirror, I turned left from the right lane. The driver behind me was totally unprepared for this move and smashed into the side of my car.
Shocked but unhurt, I looked up and saw the driver of the other car yelling and waving his arms at me. What was I doing turning left from the right lane? And without even signaling?
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