As the night rain dies down, pools of water are invisible

to the eye.

Riding on the water, the wheels suddenly shift off the road.

In view, a telephone pole, and as the tires move closer

and closer, my heart is beating faster and faster.

A waste of life seems imminent,

Unbearable horror overcomes all sensations.

Silence, fear, and terror of dying is everywhere.

The only noise I hear is a horn from another car.

Quickly desperately, putting foot to brake, the car

whirls into a sideways skid and stops.

Breathless, I pull off the road to check the tires.

With shock, I thank my guardian angel (Grandmother)

that I am still alive.