FOR THE FIRST SIX MONTHS AFTER THE STROKE, I COULDN'T DRIVE BECAUSE MY LEFT ARM WOULD NOT REACH FAR ENOUGH TO THE TURN SIGNAL LEVEL. AND TRYING TO THROW COINS IN A TOLL BOOTH BASKET WAS A CHALLANGE IN ITSELF. NOW I'VE DRIVEN ALL OVER THE PAST THREE AND A HALF YEARS, AND NEVER HAS MY WIFE SAID ANYTHING ABOUT MY DRIVING.

YESTERDAY WAS OUR GRANDSON'S 9TH BIRTHDAY, AND AS PLANNED, WE DROVE THE ONE AND A HALF HOURS TO A RESTAURANT TO HAVE LUNCH WITH HIM AND THE REST OF THE FAMILY. WE ALSO WANTED TO DELIVER THE PRESENTS TO HIM. THE WEATHER FORCAST WAS FOR SNOW. RAIN AND FREEZING RAIN TO BEGIN AT 2PM. WE SAT DOWN AT NOON FOR LUNCH AND DECIDED TO LEAVE FOR HOME AFTER EATING. AS THE FOOD ARRIVED, SO DID THE STORM AT 12:30. WE FINISHED EATING AND IMMEDIATELY GOT ON THE ROAD.

IT WAS BAD. WE PASSED AT LEAST A DOZEN ACCIDENTS ON THE WAY HOME. IT WAS A LONG, SLOW RIDE . WHEN WE PULLED INTO THE GARAGE, MY WIFE WHO HAS RIDDEN WITH ME FOR OVER 50 YEARS, SAID FOR THE FIRST TIME, "GEE, YOU'RE A GOOD DRIVER". I DIDN'T HAVE THE HEART TO TELL HER MY PANTS WERE WET.

MARTY :i_did_it!: