Lucky to Be Alive

Last Friday, I got a call from a friend in Norfolk who told me his boss was giving away a 1984 Mazda RX-7 for free, and he wanted to know if I was interested. Obviously I was thrilled and we immediately set about making plans to get the car from Norfolk to Richmond. That night, he called back and told me that his dad had already promised the car to another person. Needless to say I was not in the best of moods. The next day, on their way back to Richmond, three of the car's tires blew simultaniously at 70mph on the highway. My friend was driving and he hit a guard rail, tipped the car up vertically, slammed back down, and rolled backwards for 50 yards. The car is totalled, all windows broken. He crawled out through the sunroof and he is perfectly fine. Had I gotten the car, I would have been driving rather than him. I doubt I could have controled the accident as well as he and I would have most likely been severely injured if not killed. Everything happens for a reason.