In high school, this guy drove a forty minute commute over the Golden Gate bridge to home, and one day after school, since we weren’t tethered to Bannan Theater for rehearsals of Chess: The Musical or the Music Man or whatever it was, he was excited to get home early and make a root beer float. So much so, that he hastily parked his car and ran inside. Well, he lived on a hill and his car hadn’t been properly set with the parking break, so it rolled away, picked up speed and was totaled at the bottom (or rumored to be demolished by crashing into his neighbor’s parked car which was likewise destroyed). And I wasn’t there to see it, but I remember this story vividly because he was laughing about it the next day, not in an arrogant way, this guy was very pleasant, and not because it wasn’t a big deal at home - he insisted that his father was furious with him and that he’d have hell to pay for his root beer float, but because he was a good guy who didn’t let every worry or anxiety cloud him - which is inspiring for someone in high school to behave that way, and definitely an attitude I’m trying to adopt now. That or, he’d just gotten into Yale, so who gives a shit.