5 Days...So why am I not excited?

[white_tiger]

I believe I may have talked about this once before, but am not entirely certain. The incident I can recall with absolute clarity; there isn't any chance of a jury or a judge denying my claims as they would if I'd been asked about what happened to me on the 21st of August back in 2001.

Three years ago, officially on Christmas Day, December 25, 2002, my mother and I were on our way to a study group from spending the day with my grandparents. We'd made it about halfway or so when, from out of nowhere, a gigantic dog-who didn't look that big, but he was quite large in my opinion-came flying onto the road! Amidst my gasp of sudden surprise and my mother trying to stop, we collided.

The sound of the dog hitting our car will forever be etched in my memory. Neither one of us escaped out of that accident without injury; I received a swollen lip and stinging eyes due to the smoke that was coming from the engine. My mother had a bruise on her left arm and a busted lip-if I'm recalling it right-but other than that, we were fine. The dog had died instantly on impact, and the car looked like it had been through a demolition derby...and lost.

Christmas is supposed to be a time of celebration, a time to spend with your family and talk about what truly matters...yet, for the past few weeks, I haven't been too joyous on the inside. Sure, I show it on the outside, since it's my nature to do so.

The quote, or quotes, for this evening come from my Robin/Batgirl trade paperback. And, yeah-I know I've chosen that song quite a few times, but I like it-plus, it fits with my mood.


"So, how was Tim, Alfred?" -Bruce Wayne

"When he first came to us, I dared entertain hopes that you might, through proximity, become more like him. Brighter and more optimistic. But I'm afraid exactly the opposite has occurred...He's become more like you." -Alfred, Robin/Batgirl: Fresh Blood