Breakfast is going to be some eggs and sausage and flour tortillas… no lifting again, working 2 hours from home is taking a toll on me, and everything going on at home is taking a toll on me. Last night as I lay in bed next to my silent wife who was crying and wouldn’t even look at me, I thought of a car accident I was in 32 or 33 years ago when I was 8 or 9. My mom and stepdad had a stingray corvette, I managed to survive being thrown through the windshield in a head on collision with a building sign, I don’t remember much other than I lived. But as I lay in bed last night I found myself wondering why did I survive, and how many lives I’ve negatively effected in the last 33 years would be better off had I not. The darkness won’t overcome the light, I won’t let it, I never have and I’m a lot of things but quitter is not one of them. Just a little food for thought as to what goes through my head in the dark times when my skeletons come back to haunt me