I've been lurking, not really having anything to post in a long time. But now I do, so here I am.

On Jan. 6 I was laid off from my job and when my last check (vac. pay and unused sick time) came in on the 27th I decided to wander, point my car in any direction and see where it took me. I made it from Davenport, IA to Sacremento, CA and decided I was going to take I-80 east. Big mistake, at or around 3:30 A.M. Feb. 4, between mile markers 135 and 136 in Nevada, I fell asleep at the wheel overcorrected and rolled two and a half times, landing on the roof and breaking two vertebrae in my neck. I had surgery on the 7th and was ready to go home on the 9th. Every doctor I've seen since the accident has told me that I'm lucky to be alive, and lucky again to be walking. I do have a pinched nerve in my left arm, but other than that and the fact that I have $8k worth of titanium in my neck I'm fine.

But that's not the shocker that I decided to share with you, during my stay at the hospital in Reno, of all people to make the trip from IL to NV to pick me up, my parents show up. Yes, the same parents who told me that because I had been baptised a JW and left "the truth" that they would not speak to me (yes, I know that that is not the standard JW thought, but it is the standard my parents belief). I'm currently staying with them until I can get back on my feet, that is until I get a job and find myself an apartment. My father is fine with me having made my decision to leave that religion, but my mother is constantly preaching to me, telling me that I'm only alive because "Jehovah wanted" me here. God wanted me alive, I might be able to accept, but when she puts that name in it just sends a shiver up my poor tender spine.

Well, I gotta go, my comp got destroyed in the accident so I have to use the local library's which only gives me about 5 minutes of time left before I have to give it up. See you guys later, and hopefully I won't be lurking much longer.