So I was driving to the 101 freeway so that I could go to Mesa for a breakfast/luncheon. I was making a turn onto Cactus minding my own business when BAM!! I get hit by a car. I was t-boned because I was in a daze and following traffic. It was my fault, although I was not a happy puppy at the moment. My first responsibility as an adult in recovery had just been demolished. My baby, my pet, my everything was no longer mine….I killed my car…or as my friend Mike said: “She sacrificed herself for you.” I thought about this accident and about the fact that I am alive and breathing. I am so fortunate that I was hit on the passenger side and that I did not have a passenger and that I was not hit either. I am doing my very best to stay as positive as possible about the situation. It is definitely a very humbling experience for me. It is difficult for me to ask for anyone to help me and that is what I have had to be doing for the last few days. Life has taken a major turn and I am so happy that I am not still getting high, because that accident would have been a million times worse then it ended up being. I was talking to my mom yesterday when she was driving me to work and I realized something. I realized that when I got the car it was a turning point in my life…in regards to my recovery and new responsibilities. Losing my car is like another stepping stone for me. I am moving up in the world and because of my hard work and dedication. I learn a lesson everyday and I try to stay as positive as possible all the time. I will hopefully have a new car very soon and it will be my very own car that I bought by myself and that I did not need a co-signer or anyone else to put their name on my car. It will be mine and something that I have working very hard for. There is a positive in every negative, even when it is hard to find.