I just wanted to reminisce about the time Dad saved all of our lives!
It was at the Salton Sea in California. Most of the family were in the back of a rented camper style truck, and I was driving, with Dad in the front seat.
The rear view mirror was useless, with the view blocked by the camper. I had come to a left turn, and was about to turn across the road when Dad asked me don't I look in the mirror? The driver side mirror. I always relied mainly on the middle rear view mirror, and I hadn't looked at the truck's side mirrors.
When I looked, I saw a semi-truck coming up very fast, definitely speeding, and in a flash, it had passed us on the left side of the two lane road. If I had turned that late, it would have plowed into us broadside, with a possibly fatal outcome.
I don't know if he had an intuition, or was just reminding me of best practice, noticing I hadn't done it. Whatever it was, his timing could not have been more exquisite, and saved us all.
I'm sure I've shared that story with some of the family at least, but just a reminder that often, Father knows best. Boy, did he ever, then!