A truck hit me – bang. I'm thrilled to bits. My heart broke into a million pieces when I thought a dream I was living came crashing down in an instant. The whiplash stung. The very thought of losing the sensations of the last couple of months had me on the edge of a precipice – waiting to jump to the finality of life. Yet, in my heart I had hope that for maybe the first time, life would dare to take a leap into the indefinite future. And then I found some kind of peace. Its actually not peace – just a lull - a hazy place of contentment, yet restlessness. Sounds crazy? Well, that's because I am. I think I'm in over my head and seriously I think I've found a pillar of strength.