March 5, 1998 was a bad day. It started out bad and ended even worse. On my way home
from work, I was hit and run over by a small truck as I put tire chains on my vehicle. Things
went downhill from there.
There have been many hardships during the last seven years. Things have happened to
me and to those I love. That isn't why I'm writing, though. I am writing to say that I feel
like I can finally get beyond the bad times and that I am feeling like life is getting better.
Tomorrow, March 5, 2005, I will be in San Francisco and meeting in person some people
I have gotten to know through PBase. I am so looking forward to it.
I will be thinking about the present, not the past.