[David]

I was about 11 years old. Walking home from school with a buddy and we had to cross a busy street (Bellaire for those of you in Houston). I wasn't paying attention and started to step into the street. My buddy, who up to this point hadn't impressed me with his awareness, grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt and threw me backwards as a car missed me by inches.

Oh yeah, I think my 997 saved me when I hit a light pole on the driver's side right in line with my head.