Pushkin.
I was driving home late at night after spending the night in Seattle,
and as I was coming over a bridge back into Tacoma, a little dog ran out in front of my car.
I did exactly what most people do when this happens,
and I now know you shouldn't do, which is I swerve to try to avoid hitting it.
And the result of both swerving and then ultimately hitting it anyway,
was that my car was sent into sort of a fishtail and then a spin across the freeway.
This is Abby Marsh.
She was only 19 years old when the events in the story took place.
When the car finally came to a stop, it was in the fast lane of the freeway,
just past the crest of this bridge I'd been crossing,
which meant that I was invisible to the oncoming traffic.
Unfortunately,
they were quite visible to me because my car was now facing backward into the oncoming traffic,
and the engine of the car sort of sputtered to a halt.
And I didn't have a phone,
and I had no way of escaping because this bridge didn't have any shoulders on it,
so there was nowhere to go, even if I were to get out of the car, and I just panicked.
I couldn't get the car to turn back on,
and I was feeling every time one of these trucks or semis passed me,