It is a freezing December night, the wind claws at my back, snow and ice crunch beneath my boots. I just want to get home and burrow into the warmth of my electric blanket. A sense of unease settles in the pit of my stomach as I cross the desolate parking lot. My heart sinks. Shattered glass litters the dark pavement sparkling like scattered blood diamonds deceptiveky beautiful and all too threatening in the dim glow of streetlights. Slashed tires slump aginst unforgiving concrete.There's no hope of escape. Memories flash through my mind of another time I was stranded. Waking up in a pool of blood. Calling every one in my contacts but they were all too busy to help or didn't answer. Fear clenches in my stomach, nausea burns my throat. I can't go through that again! But this time is different. This time, I know who to call . I take a deep breathe, gathering my strength, reminding myself why it will be okay. With numb fingers and a shaking hand I press send my
Do your best, take it day by day.