All you can do is the best you can do

Twenty-five years ago, my oldest friend “Chuck”was dying.  I lived in Vancouver Washington, and we were locked in a snowstorm. I had to get down to Los Angeles to see him one last time, and PDX was closed.  So…I packed up my car, and tried to drive down, praying I could get over the Siskiyou pass.  I was only about ten miles down the road, inching along in the snow, when I accelerated and went into a skid, and then a 270 degree spin.   I was perpendicular on the road, looked up, and saw a sem...