So I was in a car crash two days ago, not a bad one, but enough to shake me up a little, and make me appreciate everyday more, as cliche as that sounds! It was a three car pile up, the guy at the back rammed into the car in the middle who was then catapulted forward into us. The man who caused the accident was a Somalian, and I felt so sorry for him, I think he had been drinking, and when I asked him for his id he pulled out this old piece of paper that was pretty much falling apart, and I noticed all his fingers had been cut off his hand. I can't get that hand out of my mind now. I cannot believe how horrible some people's lives are, it makes me terribly ashamed about how much I complain on a day to day basis about what is really nothing at all. I'm so blessed and so lucky, I really need to remember that, and work to make a difference in people's lives who are not so fortunate.