If our angels wasn’t around and alert last Sunday night, two possible things might have happened. #1 We might be in a hospital bed or worse ICU, and recovering. #2 We might be finally be sent 6-feet under or be cremated after a five-day wake. What happened last Sunday night was an accident. We almost got hit by many cars or even trucks because of one tiny act of irresponsibility. Well at least we only hit one little jeep and our van’s front bumper—-damaged. We almost gave our ‘rents a series of heart attacks and we got ourselves grounded from using the van. My brother is reckless and so is his girlfriend….and everyone knows that. Thank God, we’re spared from a huge accident and possible family drama. Thank God, we ended late night on that Sunday’s practice. Plus, we need not the help of rv towing this time, unlike about almost two years ago where we really needed one. Yes, it was the first time our van got into this accident near the international airport. It smashed the front edge of the van and damaged another passenger vehicle at the front. My brother said it was because the brakes were not working properly, but heck, everybody knows it’s because it was too late to jam on the brakes because he sped up real fast while going through a downward slope road. Next time, I will insist my Kuya to do the driving. Kuya’s best at keeping safe and being calm. My younger brother’s the opposite.