Yesterday I had plans to drive from the hospital to go see Kaleb and Stevie's soccer games in Alton. Sometimes things don't go as planned. It's part of life. That's what makes living it SO exciting. The soccer game? It's a two hour drive...and I was late getting started. It was one of those crazy days at the hospital. There were meetings and paperwork and phonecalls. All having to do with a home vent. I was on the road by 2pm and making good time. With about 30 minutes left in my drive, I passed a police officer going the other way. He threw his lights on. I MAY or MAY NOT have been going a little faster than I should've been. I went to push the brakes to slow my speed. My foot went to the floor - right through the brake. They were gone. Nothing. I threw my car into 3rd gear and then low and finally my E-brake. I pulled over fully expecting the police officer to have pulled a u-turn to come back and find me. Nothing. Whatever the reason for the officer to flash his lights, it allowed for me to realize my brakes were gone in a n0n-emergent situation. I was very lucky. There were no cars in front of me, and no cars in back of me. I sat there for a minute, waiting for my heart to slow down. I thought about the highway, driving at high speeds and all the in-town bumper to bumper traffic I just drove through. Can you imagine what could have happened had my brakes failed earlier? I was truly being watched over. I called our mechanic, Al. THANK GOODNESS for this dear friend of ours. "Bring it right in" he tells me. I drive all the way back DOWN the mountain I had just driven up. That's an adventure with no brakes. It was a 20 minute drive to his shop. I made it. Steve met me there. My brake line was broken...hence the no brakes. Three hours later (working after normal work hours) the van was fixed. I gave Al a big smooch, promised him cinnamon rolls later, ran home to pick up Kaleb and kiss my girls goodnight and back to the hospital we went.