The VIEW from here

A reality check ...

Gary Gould — Managing Editor

Gary Gould — Managing Editor

I see trees of green, red roses too

I see ‘em bloom, for me and for you

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

It’s springtime, and for the first time in a long time I’m really seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. And after a cold, snowy season its starting to look like even the darkness of a Michigan winter is beginning to fade away.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget how quickly things can turn around on you and head straight down that slippery slope.

The other day I was driving along I-69 in Flint thinking about how great things were, enjoying the beautiful weather and readying myself for the weekend when I was suddenly jolted back to the cold, harsh realities of life.


There was a loud sound as if something had exploded under the car and the compartment suddenly filled with a cloud of dirt and debris. At the same time something grazed my ankle down on the floorboard as I began to hear a terrible grinding sound under the car.

Had I been hit by another car? Had some terribly expensive component of the car — say the engine or transmission — just exploded? I looked around and tried to figure out what was going on and finally decided the best bet was to just pull over.

I got off the roadway and threw on the hazard lights. Looking down at where I had felt a stab at my ankle moments earlier, I got my first look at the culprit of this heinous attack. There, sticking up through the floor board of the car, having pierced metal, insulation and carpeting, was a six-inch piece of metal. I realized at that moment that if my leg had been in a slightly different position I probably would have received a worse injury than the slight bruise I had on my ankle.

I got out and took a look to see what it was and discovered the six-inches of metal actually was part of a three-foot long metal strip that I had apparently run over, thrusting it up through the floor of my car and nearly into my leg.

Talk about a wake up call.

So I proceeded to pull the metal projectile out of the bottom of the car and inspected the vehicle for damage. Finding nothing else wrong I drove off — keeping the metal strip as a souvenir and prop for when I told this story to others.

But as I drove on I realized that no matter how good things seem, you can’t let your guard down for one minute. All it took was one moment of daydreaming and I’d nearly had a piece of metal run through my leg (It may sound like I’m exaggerating, but seriously, it could have done some damage!) and could have had more damage done to the car than the little slit that now exists in the floorboard and carpet.

Still, even with that little brush, I’d still say things are looking up, and even though I’ll be a little more careful now it’s not going to stop me from enjoying life.

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