Almost four years after the events chronicled in “Fire Reflections”, I was involved in a motor vehicle accident that broke my neck. As with the fire, I sought to make sense of the car crash via writing about it. In the seven months after the accident, I wrote prose and poetry without thought of what might become of my writing. It just felt good to set down (and settle down) my thoughts and feelings in word forms. I recall feeling mixtures of emotions as I constructed these vignettes-anger, sadness, frustration, relief and pleasure at creating. I was digging some sense out of an apparently random and chaotic event and I believe the writing accelerated my recovery.