On May 15 2002 I was in a severe car accedent and I hit a prize winning Angus bull with my car (it was in the middle of the road). I had my daughter 12 weeks premature and she was 1 pound 10 ounces (she is doing great now). I haven't really done much driving at night since then. Well last Tues. I was driving back to my kids house from another city and I had to go down the same street and an animal came into the headlights and I screamed like I have never done before and scared the s*** out of the kids and my ex and i ended up pulling over to the side of the road and crying uncontrollably and he had to drive. This sucks. I love driving and I wish that I could do more of it.