One evening, my father and I were returning from the supermarket. The rain was pouring down and the roads were very slippery. It was calm. The night was very quiet with only a few cars on the road. My father turned onto a dark road surrounded by many trees, making the road very narrow. The road continued until a long bridge. I looked out the window and noticed many cars speeding across the bridge. Suddenly I saw a huge truck coming towards us; the slippery road had caused the truck to lose its balance. The truck was a very old rickety Benz truck. By the look of the truck's broken windshield and warped frame, you could tell the truck was very old. The truck driver, a very elderly man, tried as much as possible to control the steering wheel, but was unable to do so. The truck kept coming towards us. My father was trying to turn away from the truck, but our car had tilted to the highest point of the bridge and the truck was coming at full speed. I started to panic and watched my dad turn the wheel all the way. THE...