I have a visual imparament that altered my driving habits. I couldn't see that well in the dark, so I avoided the highway and dark streets. Eventually, I had surgery, but I never felt confident in late night driving unless I was in the city or the very bright tollroad. My husband used to drive us everywhere, and I live in an area that is somewhat bright so getting back and forwards to woke is not a problem. Then my husband got sick and the one street I couldn't drive on because it was too dark suddenly became the esential way of getting back and forwards to the hospital. I remember that first white-knucle encounter. I was so scared, feeling guilty for being on the road, but I honestly felt that I had developed a phobia about late night driving. So there I am on the road and two in the morning, praying to God I don't have an accident, when suddenly God sent the answer to me. Turn on your brights.

Why didn't I think of that? Guess being in the city all those years made this choice obscure in my eyes(excuse the pun).

And now for another duh moment. I've suffered with the hurtful things my father said for months now. I've spent many a night in misery. I was about to move out and feeling guilty for it. And then the duh moment occurred. I'd just left the drugstore when I realized the answer to my problem was waiting inside. I immediately dashed back in, wondering why I hadn't thought of it before. I'm pleased to announce that I'm now the proud owner of a pair of blue, pristine earplugs.

Many a happy day awaits me.