For months now, I’ve been undergoing some medical treatment during which driving is a contra-indication.   At first, I thought “no big deal” and I relished the idea of being chauffeured about like I was Miss Daisy, but that feeling has long sense passed.  That feeling is long since gone.  I now realize that it’s true that we don’t appreciate what we have until it’s gone.  I’ve come to realize that along with my ability to drive, went my freedom to do what I want, when I chose to do it, for as long as I chose, without catering to anyone else’s needs.  I can’t wait to get those things back. When I do, I won’t be taking them for granted.