My shift starts at 6 am, so it was still pre-dawn dark when my driver’s side front tire blew out. I managed, thank God, to get to the shoulder where I sat in terror and praying as cars whizzed by. I could see in my rear view that several cars wandered into the shoulder before seeing my hazards and my lit up cabin lights. It wasn’t until a CHP officer pulled up behind me that I finally relaxed enough to unbuckle and scoot over to the passenger side, where I promptly buckled up again. After he checked on me and left, I sobbed in relief. Killed most of the morning at a Tarzana tire shop, where I got four new tires. But thank God for His protection.
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