My husband witnessed a really bad accident today. He stopped to help the lady but she was pinned in her car and said she couldn't move. It was the car right behind him. She slipped on black ice and rolled. She was ejected to the back seat and the responding firefighters who had to cut her out of the car said it was the only reason she was alive. My husband told me he broke traction in the exact same spot she lost control on and it scares me to think that it could have been him. I'm trying to find comfort in the fact that he drives a big steel truck so he has a lot more metal surrounding him but my college physics side won't shut up reminding me the bigger and heavier the object the more momentum behind it. I feel like an awful person for being so thankful it wasn't him in the accident. I mean I'm not happy that poor woman was I wish it wouldn't of happened at all I'm just thankful that it wasn't him and now all I can think about is how he has to drive 6 hours on Sunday to Peoria Illinois and I'm so worried about him. Ugh I have to be up for work at 4:30 so I'm about 5 hours but I can't sleep. Does it make me a really bad person for being this thankful it wasn't him?