The car swerved around the sharp bend, tires screeching against the asphalt, giving a narrow miss to the oncoming bus. My heart pounded in my chest, the echo of its beats drowning out the sounds of the road. It was a mid-term break, and I was heading home after a term at Queen of the Apostles Seminary. Filled with the pride of returning from such an esteemed mission school, high spirits danced in my thoughts as I looked forward to sharing my experiences with family and friends. Little did I know, this journey would etch a near-death experience into the fabric of my memories.

As the car teetered on the edge of disaster,...