In 1993, I was a passenger in a car that rolled over. The roll finished in a ditch. The car was on its side, leaning against the tree that stopped us. The wreck grabbed my attention in a hurry. Time slowed. I can replay it in my mind to this day. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, the day after the CHS prom. A curvy road, low shoulder, and a newer driver at the wheel was the extent of the cause. The driver and I were able to wearily make our way to a close by farmhouse. I remember the sounds of the approaching sirens far off in the distance. I needed help and help was on the way...