It takes a village…for sure!

Hit by a truck!   On a busy highway!  This scene is not unusual when zillions of cars and trucks, only a few feet apart from each other, whiz by on our massive highways.

I sent a casual text one morning to say hello to my good friend only to find out that she was in a car accident three days ago.  Hit by an 18-wheeler, on a busy highway.  My friend dodged this one!  But was not free from physical and mental trauma.

I called her right away to get details.  She said, she saw this big truck appear behind her car.  Not a big deal there, we share these highways.  My friend took a deep breath, exhaled and continued to speak, “What was fearful was that it was approaching my car a bit too fast and before I knew it, I felt a heavy jerking motion.”  The truck had hit her, and then hit her again, and then hit her for the third time!  Helpless and alone, she did not know what was going on.  When she watched the truck speed up toward the back of her car for the third time, she was in complete disbelief.  She now knew that she was going to be killed, and in that split second she thought that someone was trying to “finish her off.”

Looking back, according to my friend, it was still a good day on that highway – no life was lost.   She continued to say that she was ultimately able to move her car to the shoulders, from lane number two of this four lane highway.  The 18-wheeler did the same. It halted, and the driver got out to check on my friend.  Glad he did!  His apologies were sincere and he made sure my friend was alright.  He then explained that he tried very hard to stop the truck, but soon realized the breaks in his huge vehicle had failed. Yikes!!!!!!  Soon after, paramedics arrived, police came, and the situation was brought to a calm control.

Shocked, I kept listening to my friend on my cellphone – she gave me an update on her doctor’s visit.   The doctor’s prescription:  A neck brace and Valium.  Her list of concern for her doctor was extensive: she was stressed, jittery, and desperately needed to settle her nerves.  She felt nauseated,  pressure in her right eye, pressure in her right ear, felt tingling in her teeth.  She felt dizzy walking only a few steps – From her bed to her bathroom in her master suite.  Repeating her experience in words was taking a toll on her.  She was starting to feel tired.  So we hung up.  She needed the rest.

Few hours later, I texted my friend to see how she was doing.  She texted back saying, better.  I replied. “I like it that you are taking it easy to recover.”   She texted back, “I might need your help for a doc visit.”  I let her know whenever was okay.  She meant right away.  Oops, on this day I had car availability issues!  Her car was not derivable any longer.

We have three cars. My husband drove car number one to work. My son took car number two to school.  His band camp was in full swing.  My daughter needed car number three in about two hours.  She needed to drive to our local animal shelter to walk the dogs.  I figured I had the car for a short time.  I hurriedly gathered my purse, picked up my friend, and took her to the  doctor’s office.  Thankfully,  this office was not far at all.  However, this doctor ordered a CT Scan to be done ASAP!  An appointment was made.  The imaging center was 20 minutes away.  But how will I take her?

Car issue persisted!  My daughter now needed her car.   We had no car!  Quickly, my friend texted an old friend of hers, and while waiting for his reply, called her neighbor.  They both offered their vehicles.  I opted for the old friend’s van, since he lived close to my house.  Before getting the van,  my friend and I, took my car back to my house.   On her way to the shelter,  my daughter dropped us to the old friend’s house. We hopped into his van and off we went to the imaging center.

CT Scan was done. We headed back.  By this time, my friend was exhausted.  I dropped her at her house, and headed to the old friend’s house.  He then drove the van and dropped me at my house.  I thanked him, and he left.  The day was almost over, and now the waiting was “on” for the CT Scan result.  My heart assured me that my friend would be fine.  I felt relaxed and comforted.  And, my thoughts drifted to all the people who touched my day on this day.  The success of this day was due to these people.  We know, “It takes a village to raise a child,”  Well, I know now that, “it takes a village to safeguard our grown-ups.”  (The CT Scan result – All clear!)  A good news, indeed!

 

….thank you for visiting my blog…until next time…

Drive! Just Drive!

My son who turned 16 last month drove his car by himself this past Tuesday (6/2/15).   He was driving to a friend’s house.  I watched him back out of the garage and drive off!  I kept watching until…I was left in silence and an empty spot in the garage.

 

backing out
This was moment of truth for me, the mom!  As soon as I saw my son drive off, I was instantaneously pushed to accept the fact that from this moment onward, the cord has been cut!  Cut by the law…I felt angry at the law.  The law no longer required a parent to be seated in the car with him.  He was now allowed to drive by himself out in the world.  And, believe me, he seemed perfectly happy about that fact.

I told my son two things that my Dad had told me when I was learning to drive – One, to keep two car distance between your car and the car in front of you, and two, to slow down when you see yellow light in order to stop on red.  My dad’s reasoning behind that was to simply teach us good driving habits – to drive with a relaxed mind!  He had said once that yellow means to slow down not speed up.  He had also said that it generally took only a minute for a light to change from red to green.   Passing down driving advice to my son has forced me to look into my own driving habits!

My car is my second home.  I am in it a lot.  While in it, I am generally tuning my radio to the news or music.   Less than frequently and more than rarely, I’m eating in there, too.  My favorite car food is a yummy peanut butter & jelly sandwich on toasted wheat bread slices.  I accompany that with a bag of  Frito Lays Corn Chips!  (You say, it is junk food. Yes. But please, I’d like to keep this habit going). This lunch is the best!  It’s a combination of sweet, salty, gooey and crunchy!  No fuss and no mess!  Also, I take a mug of hot tea.  I’m happy sipping on it as I drive to my next destination.  Everything is cozily placed right beside me…I like that!  My Dad would not like that at all.  He considered eating in a car to be a big distraction.  But I cannot help it.  So, as I am driving and eating and drinking and listening to the radio; I’m also, at the same time engaging myself into my thoughts.  I think about my day, my week, my year, and frequently about my life, and purpose of my being here on Earth.  My thoughts travel from my kids, my husband, my friends, my dogs, to the people who I have met momentarily, but who have had a meaningful impact on my life.  Sounds pretty deep!  And, definitely not what you may call – a relaxed driving:).  It is for me though.

Talk about a bigger distraction here!  Thomas and Dixie, the two family dogs,  are in the car with me more times than less.  They are my additional source of entertainment (or distraction),  however you may want to look at it.  (Dogs in the car would be a big No if my Dad knew about it).

 

Dixie, comfortable in my seat:)
Dixie, my pit-lab mix loves to lunge from the back seat to the middle front of the car between the two front seats.  She has come to maintain a great balance to avoid falling when I step on my breaks to slow down or to stop the car.  Her lean strong body is a constant reminder that I need to go up a notch on my strength training :)!

And, then I have my sweet beagle, Thomas, a royal dog by all means!  He loves to stick his head out through the back window and enjoy the breeze!

 

Thomas, enjoying the breeze
One hobby I’m mastering while driving is taking pictures using my iPhone.  I then post some good ones on my Instagram account.  It’s called earthproject101.  Please look at my gallery🙏🏼.

Picture I took while driving
One of the main reasons I drive a lot is because I take my daughter, five days a week, to a local animal shelter which is about 25 minutes each way.  She plays and walks these dogs who are awaiting adoption.  Driving my daughter back and forth from the shelter gives us an opportunity to have some quality time together.  Usually, she plays her music and then tells me about the dogs she spent time with.  She also tells me about the dogs she’d be walking the next day.  Occasionally, without any warning, a difference in opinion may catch fire and turn into a blazing disagreement.  If there was one CRAZY HUGE distraction, this one is it for me, this one is the ultimate.  This requires that I gently park my car on the roadside shoulders until all parties calm down.  Boy! This is easy said than done!

Despite those hard moments, driving does give me a sense of peace!  It happens when I finally find myself alone in the car!  I have complete control!  Complete control of the music being played, the volume, the thermostat, and the fan speed.  But the icing on the cake is having the control to choose silence in the car.  The sounds I do hear in that silence are the humming sounds from the approaching cars whizzing by me, leaving me behind.  Soothing to my ears!  (Crazy but true).

 

Cars that just passed me in my car
Admittedly, I lead a distracted life inside my car,  but I make sure I follow core rules to be a safe driver.  Those core rules my Dad lovingly instilled in me, and those same rules I’d pass on to my son, and my daughter when she drives.  Core rules:  To keep two car distance between my car and the car in front of me, and to slow down at yellow light in order to stop at red – (Because in about one minute the light will change to green).  At the end of the day, my car is a place and a space I wholeheartedly cherish.  And, at the end of the day I would like for my son to be a safe driver!  By the way, when my son returned home from that first solo drive from this past Tuesday, his first words to me were, “Independence, finally!”

🙋🏻 until next time…