Today's Rain

It reminds me of that evening in August of 2005. Zoey and myself were driving home, heading north on the access road of IH35 between Airport and 38th. Red light turns green, all things seemingly normal. Then smash, we are suddenly pushed off the road, under the over pass and stop about a foot from the solid cement pillar. We are okay, our cute little Spectra is trashed. Behind us is a white Honda, also trashed. The driver is a young girl, shaken to the core but okay.

I wanted to punch her. Her shoulders shook violently as she cried and profusely apologized. She couldn't stop looking at Zoey. I did, really want to punch her - she could have killed us.

Instead I hugged her and told her it was okay, that cars could be replaced. I wonder if she's a better driver these days....