So driving home this afternoon on 95 South and I’m on a call with a co-worker reviewing one of our strategic business plans. I’m rocking 70 MPH with an 18 wheeler about 30 yards ahead of me in the right lane with very light traffic. All is well and I am cruising along when I hear what sounds like a rocket propelled grenade (RPG) go off and I see shrapnel flying towards me and Stella as the left rear tire of the 18 wheeler exploded. The first words out of my mouth were “HOLY SH1T” and I started my ninja evasive maneuvers. The entire time I am bobbing and weaving to avoid the million pieces of rubber spewing everywhere my co-worker is freaking out and asking me what’s going on. I promptly tell him to “shut up” so I can focus. I was able to successfully avoid all of the shrapnel and return to the call to apologize to my co-worker and relive my story impressing him with my sharp hand and eye coordination (thank you XBox) and the awesomeness that is Stella. We laughed, finished our business call, amd said our goodbyes. With my heart now beating less than 200 bpm I can safely say that I’m still alive to get home to take my wife out for her birthday this evening! God is good.