The Scene:  Interior of a small SUV. It is night. A mother is driving her teen son back to the video store where he had just rented a video game. They were half-way home when he discovered that the disc inside the case was not the correct game format. The mother thanked him for checking before they got all the way home. She found a place to turn the car around and started heading back. They are driving along, doing about 40, when suddenly the mother realizes that a pair of headlights is coming straight at them. They will collide in seconds. The mother slams on the brakes, praying that the other driver does the same. She hopes that the big truck behind them sees what is happening before it slams into them. The headlights slow; the driver has seen them. He or she stops, backs up, and turns into the nearest driveway. It seems to take an eternity. The truck behind the mother and son slows down and does not hit them. The mother, shaking, begins to drive again. A few moments pass.

Teen son (calmly observant): We are the luckiest family in the world.

Mother (choking back tears): Yes we are, honey. Yes, we are.

Image credit: kmccool