Loose nut

I recently got a wake-up call from God as I was driving to work on a perfectly clear morning. I had eaten breakfast and had been thinking about my schedule for the day. I was running a little late—as usual. I was thinking about my boss, who would be angry at my being late, and I rolled through a stop sign and directly into the path of a large pickup truck that T-boned my car. After being cut out of the car with the “jaws of life” tool, I was taken to a hospital where I was told that my pelvic bone was fractured in two places.