I hate driving back home after a long day at work. The many times I got hailed by the police is because I’m tired, absent-minded, and driving home, from work. Often I forget to turn my headlights on–and when the officer asks for my license, I cry saying, “Pasensya na. Kakatapos ko lang mag-opera. Pagod na pagod na ako. Di ko lang napansin”. (I’m so tired, I just finished a surgery case, and I’m just too exhausted to notice. I’m so sorry). Sometimes I endure hunger behind the wheel, thinking it’s better to wait til I get home than to grab something along the way. And a few months ago, just as I was about to turn for the long stretch before our subdivision, I heard a loud screeching sound from my left, and saw a cement mixer grazing my side, tipping the car a little to the right. If I didn’t honk as crazy as I did, he would’ve crushed me along with the car. Anyway, imagine my frustration. At that time it was 9:30 pm and I had come from a long day in the clinic and was desperate for REST and FOOD, but I had to go to the police station to file a report.