At about 5:35 a.m., I was driving home from the office, when the driver of an 18-wheeler fell asleep at the wheel and spun out of control. At an estimated 85-90 miles per hour. By a miraculous combination of airbag technology, Divine Providence, and just plain inattentiveness, I walked away. It was even on the news here and here. The driver of the semi died on impact. Nobody else was seriously injured, least of all me. It's miraculous considering that a 300-pound block of concrete landed on my hood at 75 miles an hour.

This was my car:…