Yet, all I could think about as I drove away from my accident was how grateful I was that I told Debi I loved her and that I had kissed my kids goodbye before I left the house. The first two have been broken, either by an inconsiderate roommate or an unknowing chatter, but the third is written in stone. My wife, Debi, and I often disagree. We love each other deeply, but at the same time, we are both stubborn and occasionally inflexible.
Minor squabbles can turn into arguments through nothing more than sheer pigheadedness.
Still, for all of our fights, all of our disagreements and all of our spats, I've never left her angry. On Jan. 24, my rule finally paid dividends. As I chugged along listening to the Jacksonville-Tennessee playoff game on the radio, I hit a stretch of highway that had water cascading across it. My car started to fishtail. Not bad for a 60 mph crash on a major freeway in a driving rainstorm in the middle of traffic.