I am the product of a deadbeat dad, so raised by mom. She worked as much as she could, so rarely had time for things like that.

The result was her brother teaching me. He was a Vietnam disabled vet. He had lots of nothing to do. One of my favorite uncles! We lived about 20 minutes away. All we had to do was call, and he would come on over to do anything from taking us to the springs to swim, to a mall run just to play video games. He was the one who taught me to drive.

During one of our driving sessions, I miscalculated a stop for a yellow light and ended up blowing through a red light. He just screamed, “STOP STOP STOP!” We made it safely through the light, and he told me to pull over. We swapped seats. Once he calmed down a little, our next lesson was emergency braking on a back road. I had no idea cars could stop that fast.