I wanted to post this as it was exactly 60 years ago.

I was 12, my sister was 6. My dad was in Vietnam with the Air Force.

We were driving back to South Carolina from Virginia, early in the morning. Halfway there, at 6 in the morning, I was asleep in the back seat and my mom blacked out (we think).

It was a horrible accident, it was pretty clear I was going to be the only survivor.

No family within 150 miles.

I’m in a hospital bed, just too stunned to function. A lady comes in, introduces herself as my mom’s doctor’s wife, and says, "My son thought you should have these."

Six comic books. I mean, I’m still amazed.