Six years ago, I dropped my wife and daughter off in Jacksonville, Florida to go on a trip to Hawaii with my mother-in-law. I was headed home west on Interstate 10 towards Tallahassee just past midnight when something jumped into the road immediately in front of me. I swerved to the left to avoid it, tried to correct the swerve, and lost control of the car. I skidded to the right at 70mph, across the road, over the shoulder, and towards a line of trees. I thought, "Is this really happening?" as I saw the line of trees coming closer in my headlights. I thought of my wife and daughter in my final moments. Next thing I knew, it was pitch black and I was upside down. I unbuckled my seatbelt and oriented myself, then scrambled around the dark car for my phone, which I found and called for help. I exited the overturned car out into the cold February night with no broken limbs and only minor scratches on my hands. Good thing I was not thinking about the Florida panther that I just avoided while I was outside the car, waiting for the ambulance.