Driving to work today under dark fluffy clouds proved to be an experience that I hope won’t be repeated. Well, it is always an experience with the drivers in Richmond, but today I’m not talking about the crazy things people do while driving. There is actually a moral to this story…
With the radio off and the air condition cranking, I was driving along the road and getting my brain in “office mode.” Suddenly, there was a fire truck in the oncoming traffic with their sirens blasting. As it sped past me, I had a huge pit in my stomach accompanied by a wave of nausea.
I swallowed hard and willed myself not to cry. That terrorizing event is over and Alyssa is very much alive, so I continued down the road saying, “You can’t cry,” over and over again.
Just when I thought I had enough control to keep it all together, the traffic light ahead turned red. I pulled up slowly and took my place in line at the red light next to an ambulance. Needless to say, my attempt at not crying was futile. A heaving sob from somewhere shook my body as the river of tears flowed from my eyes.
My heart ached.
One memory after the next of Alyssa’s frail form flew past my eyes. I was overcome with painful memories and thankfulness all at the same time.
When the light turned green, I went past the ambulance and pulled off the road so that I could get a grip on my emotions. After a hard cry, I looked at myself in the mirror. Ugh! My carefully applied makeup was nowhere to be found and my face was covered with red splotches.
I leaned forward with my face in front of the air conditioning vents for a few minutes so that I could get rid of the redness and then I reapplied all my makeup. Satisfied with the redo, I pulled the car back onto the road and continued my journey to work without further incident.
So did you figure out the moral to the story? Oh yeah, there is one.
Moral of the story: Never go to work on Monday.