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I arrived home one winter afternoon and as part of my routine, played the day’s message from the machine as I unloaded groceries, went through my mail... etc. While putting away groceries I heard the frantic, yet amused voice of my best friend. She relayed the following story to me, but first some background information....

I lived with Julia’s family my senior year of high school. We were very close, like sisters, and it helped that her father and mine shared the same name, Terry.... She called my dad, dad and I did the same with her father. Her father passed away in 1989, bringing her closer to my family.

Julia and I agreed to hold off on getting our driver’s license as long as possible as we lived in a city with public transportation.

She broke first and got her license the fall of 1990. This is what she had to say:

“Hello, Vanessa! Guess what? I got my license today! But wait, there’s more.... Had my first accident, too. I was driving up the mountain and hit a slick spot and rolled my car. There I was hanging upside when I heard the sirens. I was thinking, ’Oh, this is just what I need.’"

There I was, hanging upside down from the seatbelt, humiliated of course. Oh wait, it gets better. I hear someone approaching and they call out 'Are you okay in there?' Well guess who it was? DAD!!! He pops his head through the window and sees me there upside down, 'Julia?' 'Hi, dad.'"

Okay, I was thoroughly embarrassed. He got me out and everything is great."