We left home at 4:00 am this morning to begin our vacation. It was a one hour drive to the airport. At 4:35 traffic on the interstate came to a halt for an accident. About 10 minutes later, some idiot in a utility truck rammed the back of a pickup about 10 cars behind us and then proceeded to try to push it up the berm. It flew by us, shooting sparks everywhere. Five minutes later we saw smoke and flames. Both of those cars were on fire. We had nowhere to go if it came our way. I had visions of jumping out of the car and over the guardrail to get out of the way. The firetrucks had a tough time getting through because the traffic was in gridlock. We sat motionless for 1 1/2 hours. We finally got to the airport, but missed our flight. In a small town like ours, you are usually out of luck if this happens. Luckily the USAir agent was also in the traffic jam. She rerouted us through another city and we got to Sandals on time. This pic was a firetruck, taken as we rushed by on the way to the airport. If we had left home 5 minutes earlier or later, we might have been in one or both of these wrecks. Guardian angels--I believe in them.