Curve One:
I worked a full shift on Friday, and when I came home Danielle
wasn’t home. No biggie. Happens often. In fact, more often than not. It seems
our employers have it out to get us. My employers work me when she’s not working,
and her employers work her when I’m not. So I wasn’t upset when she wasn’t
here. No big deal. Her car was here, but she wasn’t. Again, no big deal. I
assumed she was with her friend, but I had no idea where she was. Well, the
evening came to a close. It got later and later and I began to worry. See, it’s
my job, this worry thing. And I take my jobs seriously. Late into the evening I
texted her and she responded that they were on their way home. From where? I
had no idea, but I rested easy. She was okay. An hour later, she still wasn’t
home. The easy rest turned into restlessness. From where could they be coming
and not be home an hour later? I called her. No answer. I called her friend. No
answer. St. George is a little place. At this point, my imagination went
completely into a flying frenzy. I finally called her friend’s mother. She told me they
had gone to a play in Springdale. Oh. That’s why it was taking so long to get
home. Again, I rested easy. A half hour later, no Danielle and imagination on
fire. I was physically sick wondering where my baby was. A few minutes later,
she called. She was two doors down and had left her phone in her car. Relief. A
flood of tears. And then I could breathe easy.
Curve Two:
Then today, I was eating dinner with Danielle, Marissa, and
Carl. I made chicken fried steak. The Pioneer Woman on TV made it look so dang
easy. As it turned out, the chicken fried steak wasn’t great, but the gravy was
groovy. Oh man, score! I’ve never made good homemade gravy before. High five,
me! As I was eating, I took a big bite of the steak. As I swallowed, it was
actually a bit much for my throat. I thought: no biggie, I’ll just swallow hard rather than be unladylike and wretch
it up. Wrong choice. It wouldn’t go down. Next plan: take a drink of water
and MAKE it go down. Second wrong choice. Instinctively, when I couldn’t
breathe, I began choking. My kids tell me that I made a noise they’d never heard
come out of a throat. All that came up was water. Nothing dislodged. I ran to
the sink continuing to choke. Everyone at the table stood up. “Do you need the Heimlich?”
I’ve often wondered whether or not I would have the presence of mind to
indicate to another human being the “universal sign” for: I’m choking. Save me.
Yes, indeed it came to my mind rather strongly. But I discovered that I must
have dislodged it enough for a speck of space for air because as I gasped, I
found a wisp of air. I shook my head and continued to choke and gasp
alternatively. After a few seconds of that charming activity, the offender came
up. And then I could breathe easy.
So I wish a lot of things in my life. I wish Life had
obediently followed my carefully constructed plan; but today perspective has spoken.
Today I’m really happy to be breathing easy. I'm just happy I’m alive. And I’m happy my babies are alive, and I’m
happy my baby’s babies are alive. Life is good. Live it, love it, breathe it.