I’ll just come straight out with it.
I wrecked my car last weekend.
Something I likely won’t forget anytime soon.
I was driving from Chicago to Minnesota in order to present at a
seminar in St. Paul.
Scheduled to speak at 10:40 in the morning on Sunday, I opted to
leave my house at around 11pm Saturday night.
I had slept a bunch that day and was completely rested, so felt good
about making the 6 hour drive through the night.
At roughly 3am I found myself driving on a very poorly lit stretch of
the Wisconsin country-side. Wide awake, in great spirits and enjoying
an educational CD playing from my car’s stereo.
I won’t belabor the details or try to write in any sort of suspenseful
Just the facts.
Without warning at all, an animal of some sort ran across the highway
and struck the front of my car.