The Driver

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A metaphor for my life with MS,
Everyday I look out the window and see him parked there. The same car that already ran me over twice before. Even before I see him I know he's there, I can feel him in my scars, memories of our last interactions. The first time that I got run over I thought it was just an accident, just another encounter with misfortune. Then it happened again, much more violent this time. It was something more than just an accident. For seven years now I've done all I can to prevent it from happening again. With more hope than certainty, I take my pills everyday in hope to prevent another hit. It doesn't make him go away, he's always there, but maybe this will keep him from hitting me. Some days I can hear his motor running, others he seems more distant, but never gone. I'll never know if it works until it doesn't or I die first, but can you blame me for not taking the chance? I keep on living my life, but things will never be the same.