The torrential rain poured down mercilessly that Saturday night, as I drove my husband Chris and myself home from a whirlwind day-trip for our friends' wedding in Dallas.  The country roads were not giving me much help to see--no white or yellow lines to follow. And my Chris was fast asleep! I remember looking at him and thinking, "Wake up and help me."  But he still slept. My eyes could not make out the road before me, only buckets full of blinding rain on the windshield.  The wipers gave no rescue either. I could not see, and there was no shoulder to pull off and wait it out. What ... Read the Post