Faith is the act of believing in something without evidence or despite contrary evidence. Merging faith and science means that science stops being science - but faith keeps on being faith. No rational person who is at all interested in truth (knowing about objective reality) would ever desire faith.
Also I'm very happy that my honey and my father in-law didn't get hurt. ♥
I had purchased my first car: a used Buick. My father was going to pick it up, drive it up to me in Thousand Oaks, California, then I would drive him home and return to Thousand Oaks by myself.
About 15km outside of Thousand Oaks on the 101 Freeway, the car started to rattle. My father said "Josh...", and I said "I know." I started to decelerate and pull over to the right shoulder, and we heard a bang. The left rear tire had blown out explosively. It felt like someone had attached a cable to the back of the car and yanked.
We went into a counterclockwise spin, and time slowed down. We were in the "number 3 lane" -- third from the left -- and as I tried to pull us over to the right, the car spun through the next two lanes. The car was perpendicular to the freeway with its front on the painted edge of the first lane. I was staring at the concrete barrier straight ahead, and thought "Nope, we're not going to make it out of this spin."
I grasped the steering wheel as hard as I could and threw my whole weight into cranking it to the left. It worked! We finished the spin: the right front side of the car hit the concrete barrier first, the rear fishtailed into the wall and bounced off, and the car slid backwards down the freeway for about thirty meters. The car came to a stop. My dad looked at me and asked "Are you OK?!" I said "Yes! Are you?!" He looked at the billows of smoke coming out of the engine and said "Yes. get out." We got out of the car, and (facing us!) a Ford Bronco had already stopped and the driver was out of the vehicle. We learned later that he was an off-duty firefighter, and he was already on the phone with the dispatcher.
He said, into the phone, "I need police, and..." -- he looked at us and asked "Do we need an ambulance?" My father and I looked at each other, and my father said "That's probably a good idea."
The paramedics checked us out, and we were fine. My dad had hit the side of his head on the passenger window during the collision, and I had a bruise from my seatbelt, but neither of us was seriously injured. I filled out the paperwork for the cop, they called a tow truck, and the tow truck dropped us off at a Denny's restaurant to wait for a ride.
I remember that the server came to take our order, and my dad laughed and said "Get this young man whatever he wants." He looked at me and asked "Do you want a steak?" I said "Uh ... sure." My dad said to the server "Get him your biggest steak."
I had paid $1,000 for the Buick, but when the insurance check came through, it was for $1,200, and I bought a totally pimped-out 1982 Chrysler New Yorker that I loved for years. We walked away from the accident safely. And next time I see the teacher who taught me about angular momentum, I owe him the biggest steak I can find.
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