I always felt uncomfortable driving such a large vehicle and was anxious to reach my destination to unpack. I started the tank, kissed the hubs, and pulled out of the driveway one last time. The trip was like all the others I had taken in the last 365 days; nothing out of the ordinary and typical perfect Colorado weather. The conditions were absolutely perfect. Unfortunately, weather and light traffic don't always equal "safe." This is where the story takes a turn; a quick gut punch from the outside left that was so needlessly surprising that I had no time to react or think. In just moments, my perfect moving weekend turned into a nightmare. I won't say I don't remember, because there is nothing in those seemingly endless seconds that I can erase from my memory. The details are horrific and the events terrifying. I could compose pages and pages of details that would paint a crystal clear picture of my experiences. But wait… I won't. The reality is that it doesn't matter the events of that day or why they occurred. No matter the anger, terror or desperation I felt after the accident. Even though my heart is in constant battle with my earthly desires and feelings on the matter, the truth is that none of these things