When I was staying with my Father, a few years ago, I was in the bathroom and it was early in the morning when he came stumbling up the stairs of his apartment. "Chris, come quick, my car's on fire, I need you to get the keys out." An electrical short caused a fire under the hood, so I ran downstairs and out the door towards his car but as I got around his car, I hit a patch of ice and walked on water to his door, transversing the frozen patch on the street, regaining my upright position right in front of the door. I wrote a book about the experience, it was called "The Day I Walked On Water On Florida Ave."