When I was fourteen years old, our family was making a move from Arizona to Utah.  My dad was driving the big old moving truck and my mom drove our family van, which meant that my brother Eric, who had recently turned 16, needed to drive one of our cars.

He and his friend and our Collie, Trina, were in the car ahead of us on a two lane highway.  I was sitting in the passenger seat of the van, and to our horror, we watched as my brother’s car drifted into the oncoming lane, barely missing a large semi truck, and then off the other side of the road and rolled several times.

I remember my mom screaming and honking the horn, but was powerless to help. 

We pulled over as quickly as we could and then I remember running as fast as I could to get to the car… and then realizing that I might see something horrific,  and slowing down, not sure what to do! 

The car was resting on its roof, and miraculously, we watched as both of them crawled out of the...