When I drive myself, my light is found

My, my, it feels good to be back on the road again...But these last few days on the metro have given me an awful lot of time to think in peace. Today, I was patting myself on the back for my ample seating space in the first train--these fools, I thought, they were probably the ones afraid to fly after 9/11 even though the airports couldn't be safer in that period.

But as I propped my knees up on the seat in front of me school bus style, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy--what if the train did slam into another train, rendering me a bitter parapalegic? How crappy would that be? But then I remembered how people who go blind aren't unhappier than people who don't after a few months. If I lost both my legs, I'd probably be pretty damn grateful I was still alive. As I continued to contemplate my pretend predicament, I asked myself, why should it take a horrible accident to make me grateful for what I have? No, all it takes it a metro ride and some make believe. So, I've decided, I'm going for a run tonight.

Okay, tomorrow. But I pinky swear!