Good Things Come From Bad. "Jason!" that was it. The last word from your sweet mouth. I open my eyes and recall that dreadful day, the day that bastard took you from my #life. Ronald Dowsey, local drunk. He has a prison sentence for running my dear wife over. His sentence is 14 years, 7 on good behaviour. 7 short years for killing an innocent young woman, My innocent young woman. I remember the day like it was yesterday. Lexie's face as the car came screeching around the corner of the street, her eyes as she looked at me seconds before she got hit, I was helpless i couldn't get to her in time. And when I did it was to late. The shock from the accident is still bitter in the air, the hurt still sitting on the top of my heart with a large knife plunging in deep. What did I ever do in my past time to deserve this, for my wife to deserve this. I had made a promise deep down inside to follow mine and my wife's dreams. The first thing was to find a large building for sale, here in London. I get straight on it and find three properties not that far away from my current business, "learning together" a very satisfying successful program that my wife and I started together. The program is for children who have difficulty getting into college because of their exam results. We help them get the qualifications they need to get a job or to go to university. The first viewing is at ten thirty am, I look at my watch and it's only nine twenty five. What can I do for a whole hour. Then, an idea pops into my head. To be continued.......