THIS IS NOT A PICTURE OF MY SON'S CAR, but ...
it could have been.
On his way to Wal-Mart with his three-year-old daughter, my son hit a patch of black ice on the highway. He skidded forward along the roadway, narrowly missing the guardrail on the right side of the road before spinning across the on-coming traffic lane and coming to a stop just inches from a telephone pole. While frightened, both he and my granddaughter were uninjured.
I know they, too, are grateful.
AND, they finally have both hot and cold running water into the kitchen after a week of frozen pipes; the elbow joint connecting the horizontal and vertical cold water pipe in the crawl space under the kitchen had separated after the water in the pipes froze. It turned out to be an easy fix, but I know this winter is getting old, really fast.