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My wife's been working some late shifts, so this morning, she decides she's too tired, so she's gonna drive home to sleep. She started to fall asleep, so she pulled over and dozed. Then, she pulled over a second time. The third time, she didn't pull over; she fell asleep, went off the road where there was no shoulder but mud, got the truck back onto the road, but then drifted across the other lane and smacked into a fairly large ponderosa pine. She's ok--walked away with a few bruises--the truck, however, gave its all so that she might live. I could care less about the truck. I'm sorry that it got wrecked, but I am just overjoyed that she's ok. I'm not usually a cup-half-full type of person, but I've not been able to look past the fact that she's ok and in one piece. Insurance will cover the truck; there's no way I can replace my sweet Dawn. Anyway, somebody was looking out for her today. It's been a long day getting her truck taken care of, taking her to prompt care to get checked out, getting the rental care taken care of. I'm spent, but very very very glad to have her home safe.