Moment | Sara Denson

I had just missed it. It was probably the most massive tumbleweed to have ever crossed my car’s path. What would I have done? Would it have scratched my car or caused any other damage I wouldn’t know how to handle? All I could think about was my dad scolding me for speeding that day. “You have to slow down, Sara. It’s crazy to go 80 on the interstate!” Of course I snickered at my old man’s getting older. But, to be free of a guilty conscience, I slowed down to 75 mph that night returning to Cedar City. For some reason, when that beast of a weed blew passed my car, my mind stopped and presented two important observations only a scare could prompt. Maybe I’m not as cool and invincible as I think. Maybe dad does know what's best for me. Both lessons are inevitable yet painfully hard to accept. The rest of the ride home I slowed down even more, just to be safe and think about that moment.