I thought this was fascinating. I had a similar experience once:
When actor Richard Dreyfuss crashed his Mercedes-Benz two-seater on Benedict Canyon Dr. in Los Angeles in 1982, authorities noted the actor would probably have been killed had he not been wearing a seat belt.
But here’s the thing. In those days, Dreyfuss never wore a seat belt. As he tells Ron Rosenbaum in the new issue of Smithsonian magazine, the incident – all these years later – still has a mystical quality:
“I was a famous movie star; I was rich and I was acting like a low-down dirty dog. I was taking drugs; I was sleeping with people’s wives; I was out of control. And one night, at the home of a studio head, I screamed obscenities in her face and then left and got into my two-seater convertible Mercedes with the top down and drove down the street. I never put a seat belt on, I never had. And I woke up with the Benedict Canyon on my face; the car was above me, and I was strapped in by a safety belt I didn’t put on. And I knew my life had changed.”
He’s sort of saying he was saved by a personal angel who led him to the light.
“Yeah. And I was arrested for possession of a little bit of coke and two or three Percodan tablets. And I had flipped my car—I had slammed into one of the big trees on Benedict and half the divider slammed into the thing, the car rolled, and I woke up…”
“And you had your safety belt on.”
“I didn’t put it on myself.”