Nothing is worse than getting a call from home in the middle of the day. When I answered the phone my wife told me that my daughter had been in an accident. There is that moment where time seems to stop and you have to repeat it to yourself several times before it even begins to register what was heard. After that moment i dropped everything I was doing and bolted. When i got to the scene of the accident i could see the broken glass and mangled body of what was affectionately our family vehicle. My daughter noticed that i had arrived. In tears, she ran over to me to give me a hug. Here, was another moment. I took a minute and looked at her. No scratches. No brusies. No cuts. No breaks. Just red eyes from crying. I surveyed the scene and the van that now is a lifeless shell that held the memories of family outings and vacations. I looked at the van then looked back at my daughter. I then realized that our Windstar took the impact and brute force from everything on the outside to protect what is important of everything on the inside. I have owned several Fords. I have never felt more safe than in a Ford.