Seventeen and Stupid

Last night my best friend from high school (and still one of my best friends) asked me if I ever think about what happened last July. I never talk about it and only four people know it ever happened. Those four people have never brought it up and to be honest, after it happened, I never once brought it up either. But to answer her question, I do think about a lot still. I think about how different my life would be if that had never happened that day, how many people would look at me differently, and how such a hard thing to go through, turned out to be such a blessing in the long run.