On the way home from the beach yesterday, we encountered fog right out of a Stephen King novel. It was so thick, we literally couldn’t see 5 feet in front of us. Of course, this impeded our progress a bit. While driving, I noticed a sign that indicated a signal up ahead. While I was slowing down in anticipation for a red light, a three car pile up materialized out of the fog right in front of us. I slammed on the brakes and skidded over to the right shoulder of the road, missing the accident.

It must be the initial shock of the accident, but it had been my observation that people do some strange things when they have gone through that kind of a trauma. The two women in the car in front of me ran out of the car and proceeded to jump in a waist high ditch full of frozen water to the side of the road. I quickly got out and pulled both of them out while other stood around looking. The older woman said she had a broken arm, the younger one had no injuries that I could see. After getting them back in the car and covered up, we called for an ambulance. Twenty minutes later, the police arrived. The first thing they asked for was license and registration.

Needless to say, I drove much slower the rest of the way home.