The car flipped over 10 times. Maybe 15. I woke up to steel smashing against cement, over and over, over and over. Glass shattered and flew in my face and hair. The sun peeked out from the grey horizon—upside down, then right-side up. The car landed on its hood with a final, ugly crunch. I had my shoes off in the back seat…
full text here: https://www.americamagazine.org/faith/2019/08/15/deadly-crash-feast-assumption
originally posted at America Magazine
