Like Abraham’s example to Ishmael, the life my parents lived in our home provided some of my most important lessons. One incident stands out with sparkling clarity … The week following my seventeenth birthday, my father was the guest speaker at a public school assembly honoring my graduating high school class. The assembly was open to the families and friends of the graduates, and since my father was the speaker, it was held off-campus in a civic auditorium. I was behind schedule and ran out of the house, calling over my shoulder to let my parents know I was going on ahead of them since I had promised to pick up some friends on the way. I jumped in Mother’s little VW Beetle, which she had loaned to me for the occasion, floored the accelerator, and flew down the winding, one-lane mountain road that led up to our house. I made great time until I rounded one sharp curve and, to my horror, was confronted by a big Buick Riviera coming up the road. I slammed on the brakes, turned the wheel hard to the right, plowed into an embankment, but not before slamming into the front of the oncoming car.
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