As a teenager, like many others, I had a penchant for testing boundaries and taking risks. One particular curiosity I had was the energy field that seemed to surround me. It was a protective shield of sorts, appearing as a faint white glow that I could only see when I concentrated at night, just before drifting off to sleep. It was always there, providing a sense of security in a world that seemed full of cruelty and conflict, particularly within my own family. Fueled by anger and confusion, I would push the limits of this ethereal force. On numerous occasions, I would release my grip on the wheel while driving, not out of a desire to harm myself, but to see if any intervention would occur. Please note that I do not endorse or recommend this action to anyone. I simply ask you to appreciate my story. One cold winter day, with slippery roads, I bravely relinquished control of the wheel. Remarkably, my car maintained a slow, deliberate pace as if in slow-motion, safely navigating past the treacherous ravine that lay on either side. It was as if the car knew exactly where to go next, inching its way to the bottom of the ravine. Astonishingly, a red tow truck happened to pass by just as my car came to a halt. The driver promptly came to my aid, asking where I lived, and within minutes, both myself and my trusted "energizer bunny" of a car were safely back home. Needless to say, I never dared to take my hands off the wheel again. Rest assured, this cautionary tale is not meant for replication.