Sometimes you fall down or lose your way and something you get jumped, beaten to a pulp, tied up, thrown into a trunk, and tossed into the middle of a pack of dogs somewhere outside of Topeka.
Let me tell you, it's not easy to fight those dogs off while your still tied up.
So I'm a little busted up, but the important thing is I've started to get back on my feet. It's not how many times you're knocked down, but how many times you get up, right? So it's taken me awhile to get back up, but here I am. On shaky legs like a newborn horse.