I pull her over my side as car swords past us. We make it safely. I turn and see my Jetta crumple like a beer can. The sight sobered me up. I scream for my baby and Theresa rose. Her eyes reminded me how lucky we are to be alive. The police would say the same soon. It's easy to pretend it's not a thing or that it's an excuse to play the victim. But fight or flight is real