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Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981

Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981 I was driving a new red Mustang with T-tops I felt sizzling hot Everyone ahead of me was inching along What is wrong with all these OLD people? I raced around them I had never heard of black ice And now I was its victim. My Mustang flew off Interstate 80 I was upside down, ready to land on my T-tops I yelled “GOD! HELP ME!” a giant hand came down from the sky and flipped me before I landed WHOOSH! I landed in a snow bank. Snow flew up past the windows on all sides. A guy in a suit began walking down the sixty- foot embankment to me. His coat and suit were snow-logged. I got into his car. He said “Lady, what did you do with that car?” He told me he used to work in the pit crew of the Indianapolis 500 and I should have landed on my top. There is no way a car can do that. And yet it did.

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Date: 11/24/2021 10:43:00 AM
Very interesting! I do know that when we think something cannot happen like does! Remember, they said the Titantic couldn't sink! Ha!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/24/2021 2:25:00 PM
I know it was because I yelled for God's help.