My name is Barbara Collins. One sweltering August afternoon, as I rode a crowded bus home with my grandkids, our plans—and my carefully constructed life—came to a screeching halt when the bus broke down in the middle of nowhere. That day, trapped with strangers and my own regrets, I was forced to confront the choices I’d made, the family I’d nearly lost, and the courage it takes to start over at sixty-four.