Lightening in the rearview mirror, looking fear in the eyes. Expecting me to run, but I refuse. I refuse to fall a casualty to what so many others have lost before. I refuse to fall short of the expectations that have been placed so short upon me. Fear taunts me, crashing and echoing through all the silence surrounding us all. I am calm, I am composed. Steady my shaking hands, grip the wheel and gain control. Lightening in the rearview mirror, as fear turns to hide its eyes.