Yesterday was a memorable day. I hit a pedestrian with my car. He is alright. He was seen by paramedics who declared he was okay. I feel bad. I didn't see him, it was dark, no street light, raining and he was dressed in black. The car windshield shattered and I was given a ticket, a misdemeanor for failure to yield to a pedestrian. I am relieved from my initial shock that the man is okay. I am still feeling the aftermath. My muscles are achy and I have a headache.

When it happened I had some bad thoughts. Was I being punished? Here was proof I am bad. A diary entry admitting shame and guilt that has hung over me for years cannot be thrown off through a meager confession.