I flitted around from job to job until, at 30, I got a job driving a truck for an ice cream manufacturer. I liked driving big rigs and being on the road by myself. I liked the people I worked with-and they liked me. It was a good experience. This one day, I was driving an 18-wheeler on the turnpike. Suddenly, a car sped past me then swerved into my lane right in front of me, cutting me off. I hit the brakes, downshifted and did everything I could think of. But my truck still skidded and jackknifed. I was lucky it didn't roll over.