Wow! I said it would never happen to me. Even after it happened, I kept telling myself that it couldnt have happened to me! But on our way home from the hospital, we pulled over next to a car with flashing lights. The car was on a trailer. It was no longer my car. It was a giant twisted pop can. The windshield was smashed. The trunk looked like it had been ripped open. There were no longer any bumpers on it. The only window was jarred and connected to the car only at the base. My battery sat in the middle of a field. About 30 feet from it, there were orange painted lines, marking the position of my car.  There was a definite trail of glass and my stuff. A lone black dance shoe lie on top of a mountain of shattered glass. It was real. It had happened to me.