It was April 9th of 1988. I had just finished my class at 9:00 o-clock in the morning, on a beautiful Saturday in Houston, Texas. In one more week, I would have the license to operate an eighteen wheeler, in the United States without restriction. As checkout time at the hotel was noon, I thought it might be a good idea to take a power nap, before heading back to my home around seventy-five miles away. Not that I haven't made the trip many times before. After crashing for a few hours, it was time to check out and head toward my final destination. As I was propelling my vehicle down the Interstate, minding my own business, I could feel my eyes getting heavy. Just a week before my accident, I awoke at a yield sign... to be continued, again.