It's funny how you can just be cruising through life, having all if those "life is good" moments and the next thing you know you feel like you've been throat punched out of nowhere. Example: Carlie was at school and was sick. I hate not being able to take care of her when she's sick. I decided to take her antibiotics to her. It was raining and disgusting outside. They had an off day between classes a d clinicals and I knew she needed to be somewhat well before spending the day in the OR. She said she would meet me in the outskirts of town even though I told her I would bring them to her apartment. Five minutes later she called me and said she had a wreck. I think the words that came out of my mouth were, "You have got to be kidding me!". Seven months after her first wreck she wrecked and totaled her second car. I cannot make this stuff up. I was about 20 minutes from her so I got there before the cops and was able to sit with her. I felt so bad for her b