Risk Management Magazine

The truck immediately slipped off one of the jack stands and came crashing to the garage floor. I jumped back and just stared at my truck leaning over on its side, the lower control arm now resting on the busted concrete.

Looking back, there have been a few occasions where I nearly made it into the statistic column. There is one, however, that really stands out in my mind. It forever ended my perception that I was invincible.

As my car began to overturn, I started praying. After rolling four times, my car came to rest on its wheels and water flowed through every opening. I was scared, but at least I was alive and able to move.