Dear Life, I get it. You are fond of sending shitstorms my way. I lost my parents and grew up with one relative after another. A few months into my marriage, I discovered my husband in my best friend’s bed. Well, guess what? You made me one heck of a survivor! The joke's on you. Now this ‘hot’ Doctor you sent my way-the one who moved in next door to my stepbrother--don’t think I will be fooled by his charm like everyone else who is eating out of his hand. His smart quips, teasing words and piercing gazes do not scare me. I see him for the man because of whom I experienced several ‘firsts’--my first accident, my first ride in an ambulance, and not proud to say it, but my first arrest! I may not be able to get even with you Life, but I will get even with the Doc! It should be easy for he does have a habit of popping up wherever I go. Yours insincerely, Danika
