Due to staying so late and living about an hour from the church, I was chronically sleep deprived. I also had the belief that the Passover protected me from all disasters.

The result? Reckless driving.

I remember opening my eyes just in time to swerve and avoid hitting a barrier on the highway at sixty-plus miles per hour. Not just once—multiple times.

Some nights I woke up in my driveway and didn’t even remember driving home.

I didn’t intend to “test god,” I just felt invincible. Like worrying about death was for normal people, which I was not.