I'm physically okay. The car, not so much.
Monday started like many Mondays before, with my son calling from school, stating he had forgotten to take his medication. I boarded my trusty Beetle and delivered said meds. I got there without a problem.
During the ride home, the drive was uneventful until the driver ahead of me stopped suddenly. We were on a major highway. Quick braking on my part was not enough to stop my car.
Whoever said G*d never gives you more than you can handle was mistaken. I'd give anything for a miracle right now.
I'm sorry, there's nothing amusing I can add. I'm grateful that I wasn't seriously hurt.