"I got lucky."

I have a lot of related stories, and too many personal close calls.

My father always tells the story of a neighbour's horse who had a talent for opening gates with his teeth (common problem BTW). The neighbour got tired of this and put a rope on his halter, dragging a dead tire on the rope. Kind of an anchor. Dad was bringing us home late in the evening, dead dark, and couldn't see the horse, but the tire caught his eye just in time. This, I guess, is one reason why I am still here.