I pulled over on the highway to help an elderly couple with a flat tire — just a tiny act of kindness, or so I thought. A week later, my mom was yelling at me on the phone: “STUART! Why didn’t you tell me? Turn on the TV. NOW.” That’s when my world completely turned upside down.
The rain on I-95 wasn’t just falling—it was a full-scale assault on everything in its path.
A horizontal wall of grey liquid battered the highway, blurring lane markings and turning the asphalt into a slick, reflective sheet that seemed determined to swallow vehicles whole.
Puddles formed in every crack and depression, sending up sprays that stung…
The rain on I-95 wasn’t just falling—it was a full-scale assault on everything in its path.
A horizontal wall of grey liquid battered the highway, blurring lane markings and turning the asphalt into a slick, reflective sheet that seemed determined to swallow vehicles whole.
Puddles formed in every crack and depression, sending up sprays that stung…
