tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36182087751228314752011-09-09T08:38:45.187-07:00danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01623723959624484104noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618208775122831475.post-87706122928230043872010-12-12T13:06:00.000-08:002010-12-12T13:06:40.720-08:00"This injury will not keep me off my feet," I told Denise shortly after my near-death experience.&nbsp; A drunk driver in an F-250 overtook my lane on Interstate 30 just three weeks before.&nbsp; And he kept going, claiming not to have realized that his trailer swiped my little Mazda 3 into a wall of concrete in the middle of a construction zone.&nbsp; There was no buffer, other than my car -- and me.<br /><br />The truck accident that ensued was worse than I could have imagined, even as it was unfolding before me.&nbsp; After the truck overtook my car, forces spun me out of control and across two lanes of traffic into a tow truck.&nbsp; My car rolled twice, before coming to rest in the median.&nbsp; I was unconscious, and later, I was dead.<br /><br />"They told me I will dance again."<br /><br />"You better," Denise replied with a tear in her eye.&nbsp; She's my dancing partner.&nbsp; My dancing queen.<br /><br />"It won't be long.&nbsp; I don't even care if I'm Dancing While Injured."<br /><br />"And here I thought, after this mess, you'd be against DWI."<br /><br />We laughed, and laughed, and later... we danced.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618208775122831475-8770612292823004387?l=madhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01623723959624484104noreply@blogger.com0