This is a story that if I remember right when I read through it a couple of weeks ago,

I had known her my entire life, but I didn't realize how I felt until after she moved away from Ontario, Canada, where we lived to British Columbia.

By the time I realized that she'd taken my heart with her, it was too late.

Now, 12 years later, thanks to Facebook, we had reconnected and she was coming home for a visit.

I felt like I'd waited a lifetime for that day to come. I'll never forget how beautiful she looked when we met.

Time passed too quickly, days turned into weeks and we spent as much time together as we could.

Before we knew it, she would be leaving in a week, and I knew I couldn't let her go again, and to my surprise and great joy she agreed to stay.

Thanks giving week of that year, we arrived in British Columbia to get her things and officially move her back home.

We flew in, after spending a few days with her friends, we had a four-day drive back home.

Everything went well until the second day of our return trip. We got lost.

How did I make this mistake? I wondered as I stared out over the landscape. We were almost out of the mountains by then, but it was getting late.

I thought maybe if I'd drove a bit longer, we could make up some ground. It was a thought I would soon come to regret.

Night was falling fast when I saw a sign that indicated the next town was 60 kilometers away. Dear God, another 60 kilometers. But I'm already so tired I thought.

Being the stubborn type I pushed on. I can do this, I told myself, like the little engine that could.

No sooner had I formed that thought than the first raindrops began to fall. I glanced upwards and whispered, how much more are you going to put me through, Lord?

Ask a stupid question. I tried to set aside my frustrations. The love of my life was sleeping comfortably in the next seat to me.

Even though we were lost at the moment, we had our whole lives ahead of us. I was a lucky man, and one day we would look back on this night and smile.

Five minutes later, the rain was coming down pretty steady, and we were no closer to finding our way back to where we should have been.

One second, we were traveling along the lonely road while the wiper blades swished away the rain almost as fast as it blurred my view.

And the next, a pair of massive antlers appeared in my path. It was a moose, and then another, and then another. They were being chased by something I could never have imagined.

I slammed on the brakes, but there was no time to stop. It was out of my hands, and the tires slid across the wet pavement and crashed into the animals.

The world spun wildly as my car flipped over and over and over again, landing on all four wheels. I don't remember being ejected from the vehicle, but I awoke to find myself lying on the ground, being pummeled by the driving rain.

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