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Enjoy the show. So this was two to three years ago in India.

My father and I were driving home from a wedding.

I don't know how much you all know about weddings over there,

but this was a three-day event that

involved the entirety of two middle-of-nowhere-nothing villages.

It was a huge deal, and we were the only white people the majority of these folks had ever

seen.

That meant near constant attention, no relaxation or any time to ourselves, and sleep came in

the form of a concrete slab of a bed with a thin

blanket over it, nestled snugly between apparently every drunk uncle the village could hold,

all passionately arguing for hours about something in handy.

I think it was maybe the music, which also constantly blared from concert-sized speakers

through the whole village. It was safe to say, by the time we left the wedding, we were

already extremely sleep-deprived and out of it. This isn't even the fun part, though. Through an

odd chain of events that isn't totally related to the story,

while driving home on a single-lane road that had traffic in both directions, dodging donkey

carts, groups of scooters, and other drivers, at about 120 kilometers per hour, we get in a

head-on collision. I remember realizing what was going to happen a few

seconds before it did, closing my eyes, loosening my body, making sure my tongue would be okay,

and then bam. The world turned upside down, and then again and again. And one more time.

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