We’re home finally. But in true Daisy fashion, not without incident. We were driving on I74 a few miles before we hit Shelbyville and were passing a teenage girl in a small red ford ranger pickup. She had pink fuzzy dice hanging from her rear view mirror which made me think of my daughter. She used to have fuzzy dice hanging from her first vehicle. I digress though. As we got directly next to the girl we heard a loud pop and then immediately a flapping noise. Her tire had blown. She fought the wheel to keep from plowing into the side of us and you could tell she was having a hard time of it. She ended up going off the side of the road heading towards a bunch of trees. She turned her wheel just before she would have hit the trees and instead of hitting the trees her truck rolled over twice and landed upside down on the roof of the truck. We saw everything. It was so scary especially when you consider it all happened at sixty miles an hour. We stopped but by the time we stopped we were several yards past her. Several other people stopped which had been behind us. We weren't able to reverse and drive back because the traffic was too heavy. But as soon as the accident happened I called 911 and reported it and within 3 minutes the state police arrived and an ambulance. We were all pretty shook up. The accident was so severe that I was sure the girl was dead. I kept expecting Jas to say “The girl didn’t make it and she is standing next to my window – I see dead people.” Yes, I watched The Sixth Sense one too many times. After we saw that the girl had help we drove up the road a couple of miles and went into Arbys to get a coke and calm down. When we got home I called the sheriffs department and the girl made it. Although I don't see how she could have lived through it I am grateful she did. I'm also grateful she didn't hit us because it was right on Jas's side of the car. What a horrible thing to witness. A horrible end to a nice vacation. And to top it all off, we get home to find out that my oldest son (Jas’s father) has left his alcoholic girlfriend and moved back home. I just want to go back to the beach and forget about everything. Coming home from vacation sucks!