Scary....

It was 7:30, we were getting off of the highway in our coworker's car after dropping Sona off at the airport in CT. My car decided to not work this morning, so Shane had to postpone an appointment he had with Aflac to drive to the airport and back with me.

We're getting off of I-91 and it's dark out, as fall sets in. In a flash, I start screaming as I see a brown blur fly in front of us and Shane shouts, the car starts spinning, 55mph. I feel the car start to spin onto one side, as if it's about to tip over and hear Shane struggling to gain control of the car. We hit a deer that ran in front of us.

Shane gains control and veers us off to the side of the road. I've never been so shaken in my life and can't control my breathing. Shane's holding me, trying to settle me down, but I lost it. I feel my throat start constricting, signalling an impending asthma attack (I have stress-induced asthma).

All in all, it took an hour for me to stop stuttering, stop crying and stop shaking. Shane was amazingly calm, his heart wasn't racing like mine, his breathing was normal, but I was a wreck.

Speaking of wrecks, our co-workers car is amazingly alright. The headlights on my side were ripped out and the hood is all dented up, but it could've been worse. If I had been driving, I know I would've panicked and lost control, sending the car into those flips that almost happened.

And the funny thing is, if my car hadn't been a douche this morning, I would've driven home all alone.

Ciao.

P.S. Happy 2 years Shane, today, October 9th!