Sometimes you forget things from your past and how much they affected you. Then one night you can't sleep because that memory lingers and plays in your mind. So here is the first of three post about an incident in my past. Its personal reflections that are told in an intentionally vague way to keep me out of trouble on the Internet. Some will know details of the story from private conversations, but no one has probably heard me express the impact it has had on me. So here is part one.
INSOMNIA I
It was an ordinary day. I thought I was finished, another job well done, lets hit the showers, drinks on me. Then out of nowhere it almost hit me, she almost hit me, literally. Seconds moved at the speed of light. Thoughts were had, decisions made, blink of an eye and it was over. I could have died, she could have killed, she could have died, I could have killed. She could have killed the bystanders around me, I could have killed the innocents with her. Something more than me intervened that day, and by grace no life was lost.
So many years later and I can't sleep tonight because I have no closure. My memory is not solid fact, but flashbacks and screams of emotions. History paints a different picture of the experience, and I am left to wonder. Why did it even happen?
**Part II tomorrow
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