She came to the door, let me in and within 20 or 30 minutes the children were bathed and tucked up in bed. For the next hour or so we talked, I can’t remember now what we said, but we talked. I got up from my seat and she walked me to the front door, where we stopped. She leaned up against the side wall in true Hollywood fashion and looked up at me. I can tell you now, at that precise moment I had never looked at anyone who looked so vulnerable, shy and beautiful, she took my breath. The kiss was gentle and intense, I’ll never forget that first kiss. A little over a year later I was pacing the delivery room, waiting for the birth of my baby girl. Talk about stress! Although the doctor had no choice but to examine my girlfriend, Angie, over and over, the amount of pain he was putting her through really, really wound me up. I was on the verge of introducing him to the people’s elbow when they, the nurses, asked me to leave the room. After 10 minutes of eating my fingers and toes, they allowed me back in. I have never seen anything like it! My baby’s head was greeting me as I hurried past in a daze. Looking back, I can remember that a device was attached to my baby girls head that looked like a sink plunger and made my daughter look like a tiny Dalek! I held Angie’s hand, well actually, she crushed my knuckles as my daughter came into the world. At almost the precise moment she was born, the Christmas lights in the town centre were switched on. I remember that because the television was still playing in the background, and the local news was covering the switch-on. She wasn’t breathing at first, but after what seemed like an eternity, she screamed her first gobbledegook, and incidentally, she’s been doing that ever since. I gave my daughter her first bottle, which she demolished with aplomb, and when I bent down to kiss her she latched onto my nose, obviously mistaking it for a bottle or a nipple, and started to suck. Although she thinks it gross now, it was the sweetest thing, I’ll never forget it, and I don’t let Rebecca, my daughter, forget it. The point of recounting this memory is to support what I believe concerning the omnipotent power and existence of destiny. Because I had survived the crash, which I believe was meant to happen, I had fulfilled a part of my preordained Destiny, which was to meet the girl next-door, fall in love and eventually produce a beautiful baby girl, which is a memory I will carry around in my heart for the rest of my life. Nobody can take that from me.
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