This afternoon, something happened that I hope never happens again to neither myself nor anyone else - the brakes went out on the car. I was panicking. Ok, let me explain. They were not 100% gone. If I was going slow enough, I could slow down more and let the car coast to a stop. However, if I would have been going down a hill and picked up speed, there was no stopping. I was fortunate enough to be going slow and was able to pull over on a flat main street on my way home. Ironically, it was in front of the police station where my ex works. LOL. I was so scared. I called my brother, who told me it was possible to drive without them, using the gears. My gift to myself and others today was safety. I knew, that between my inexperience of doing such a task, as well as my nerves being twisted tighter than ever, I was in no shape to drive. I insisted he come get me and drive the car to the shop. He did. I am grateful that I was in the position to safely stop and not put anyone in harm's way.