It is always the little things... Last night I was driving home from Vegas. I stopped to fill up the gas tank and out of nowhere the truck in front of us is rammed by another car. The car squeals off and turns around for another run at the car. Boom, it is hit again. The driver of the car pulls a gun and out of the passenger door comes a teenage girl screaming and crying. My Mama Bear kicks in and I go to comfort the girl. The car comes in for a third run at the other vehicle, sees the gun and squeals out of the parking lot. Cops are called. Helicopters circle the sky looking for the culprit. In the end, everyone was ok (other than the fact that I forgot to actually put gas in my car.) Trauma reminds me that is is the little things that count. Today, I love my little cottage of a condo. It is really all I need. I love the touch of my kids skin as I hug them. I love the smell of my dogs. I love the fact that my niece wants to talk to me about some private things (I get to be that auntie! Yeah) and the fact that last night she tweeted that she loved her aunt puppy so much. I am lucky to be alive, to be breathing, and to be connected to so many wonderful and brave people locally and around the world. It is always... always... the little things. I am taking them in today!
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 17:45:58 +0000
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