About 15 years ago, my husband, our two boys and I were heading home from a weeklong vacation to Cocoa Beach and Disney World. It was a long drive from Florida back to where we live in Ohio. On I-75, heading north, we saw signs advertising fruit stands at nearly every exit.
I wanted to get oranges to take home, so I told my husband to stop at the next exit to get some. But we had a lot of driving ahead of us, so he wanted to continue on the road for a while. No matter, there were plenty of fruit stands for miles.
Suddenly, though, I was overcome by an odd feeling of panic. ‘No, we must stop at this exit!’ I said.
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