AS I just joined this group and was encouraged to post something, here it is. When I was a teenager I would often drive to pick up my grandmother, who was a housekeeper at a Catholic parish in Salt Lake City. I would always, always pull into the driveway and park toward the front, in the front lawn area. But this one time I pulled in and for some reason I felt I shouldl move forward and park next to the rectory itself. Just as I opened the door and stepped out I glanced to my left, where I normally would have been, and saw a white panel truck come tumbling throught the air where I normally park. One person was ejected and I saw him get up and walk off in a daze. A second teen inside the panel truck was dead at the scene. Had I not followed my intuition to move forward, I would have been struck and killed by that tumbling truck as I left the car. Dan