In the hospital--again. The last time was when a car hit me. This should be a much shorter stay--I hope. There's not much to do here except sleep or listen to CDs. That's why I was so glad when Eric came to visit. But, boy, he had a way of making me mad! I know it wasn't on purpose; I just didn't need anybody trying to make me feel better. There was something about him, though. He was different. But in a good way, like he had something special. Something I began to understand I was missing. It was a hard lesson to learn. But Eric gave me a wonderful gift. Just as soon as I get out of here, I'm going to pass it on to someone else I know who needs it too.