Instead of discussing art, I decided to talk about life and how it can change your life without warning.
In July of 2005 my wife and her mother went on a trip to Europe, while my father-in-law, a man not even his children loved or respected, remain home to hold down the fort. It was during this time that my life changed forever.
I was at work, it was early afternoon when I began feeling like something was wrong. Prior to this event I was healthy and rarely got sick. As the day progressed, I was going downhill, so I asked if I could go home, which was about a 45 minute drive.
When I got home I went directly to bed. I recall felling a sense of doom, and asked God to go ahead and take me. Suddenly, my legs stiffened, then relaxed before the procedure repeated several times. It scared the shit out of me but I forced myself to get out of bed and trying walking.
As I walked toward the kitchen on wobbly legs I wondered what was happening to me. By the time I reached the kitchen, my stride became more controlled, and I was being to feel better. I went to bed early and upon rising I decided to go to work. For the rest of the week, I felt fine, although I did notice my little finger would spontaneously move.