Sometimes things don't go the way you expect them to. 2007 couldn't have started off worse when I scratched both Dad's car and Kenneth's car on the threshold of the new year. I never thought I was that pathetic of a driver because in the two years since my license, driving had always been smooth-sailing and incident free. How then does one go about righting a wrong made all the more grievious by the fact that you don't know what to do about it? I spent the whole of New Year's Day cooped up in my room and afraid to face the world. What happened the night before tore down and destroyed everything I thought about myself and my abilities. But I guess what keeps us sane is our ability to laugh at ourselves, and what makes us strong is our capability to pick ourselves up from a bad stumble and move on. Running away would be an inevitable urge. To the superstitious, what happened would signify a year beset with 'things gone wrong'. For me, it was an opportunity to re-evaluate what I thought about myself, and for me to summon enough courage to meet the problems headon. I may come out battered and torn, but nevertheless, stronger.