I was driving home in the winter after a snow storm. My car had 4-wheel drive and I’d driven in worse conditions. I admit that I was going a little too fast when I merged on to the eight lane highway but I was feeling confident- maybe that should read ‘cocky’. After a few minutes, I hit a patch of black ice and lost control. 4-wheel drive couldn’t help me out at all. The car started to veer towards the guard rail. Slow motion it seemed but at a fairly high speed. I yelled out loud to Datta (I had a His picture on the dash board): “I can’t afford the insurance, Datta! Please help me!” The car moved away from the path towards the rail and ended up in a full stop in the lane closest to the rail facing oncoming traffic.

That was better, the car was saved and so was my bank account, but cars were coming and the roads were slippery. I pleaded for my life then. I shifted into 1st and the car did a quick 180 like a professional race car driver was at the wheel and next thing I knew I was driving off from this in the right direction, unscathed and singing Datta’s name. I’ve fancied myself a good and safe driver for years and know cars and their capabilities. The singing took me home with a clear head but when I got inside I started to shake and went right to bed. This day was earmarked for a nasty if not fatal road accident. I know that Datta intervened.