Shaken, Not Stirred

Last night I was being a super good girl leaving Jeff and the kids to go to Stake Conference. Driving a bit on autopilot, I was about to turn off of the freeway when I did notice the semi behind me changing lanes, Hmmm I thought, I'm not going that slow. I veer off towards the exit when BAM! Sitting right in the middle of the exit lane is a car coming straight on. I swerved, missed, and ran off the freeway. Luckily the car and I were alright. Scarily enough, the car kept going onto the freeway in the wrong direction! With no cell phone, I turned and drove to a nearby fire station, where lucky someone who had seen the whole thing had already told the station. As I got back into my car I could hear police sirens drive North in pursuit of the car. I drove a few blocks to the chapel and went inside. I probably would have gotten some spiritual comfort from the conference, but I just was too shaken and wanted my husband. But what to do, I didn't want to drive home. We only have one car and the kids were in bed. Thank heavens my ward is full of such wonderful people in attendance at conference. Quickly I saw my sweet Relief Society President who gladly drove me home and provided me with relief. I hope she didn't miss too much of the conference. I am doing well now and am very grateful for my lovely friend. So yeah, for those who saw my brief and weird breakdown in the chapel last night that's why. Ooof I hate public breakdowns.