When I finally got the car stopped, my leg wouldn't quit shaking for several minutes.
This whole trip I felt that God was with me, my co-pilot. I've been reflecting on 'how/why' this happened...and all I can come up with is that it was a test of my faith and trust in God.
My daughter has been fighting against believing in God. This evening I called her again just to tell her how much I enjoyed our time together and she told me she actually prayed that I would have a safe return trip home [she has refused to pray for years and has asked me to leave out 'details' of my religious stuff in conversations]....so maybe this and a few other things are a start to the restoration of a belief in God. That's what I'm praying and hoping for.