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The Night I Was Lost When I was sixteen when I got lost on the outskirts of Des Moines. It was supposed to be a quick drive just a simple errand to pick up a friend from a party. But as I merged onto what I thought was the right highway, a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. The streetlights cast long shadows, and the buildings outside my window became unfamiliar. Then i had come to realize I was lost. At first, I tried to play it cool. I told myself to follow the road signs, but the more I drove, the more lost I became. My GPS was not cooperating, freezing at the worst possible times. My phone’s battery was at a dangerous 5%, and I started to panic. I pulled into a lit gas station, hoping to ask for directions. Inside, a cashier barely older than me gave instructions that only confused me more. I stepped back into the cold night air, realizing I had two options: drive aimlessly or take a deep breath and figure it out. I remembered my dad’s advice about using lan...