I ran over my husbands foot
On a daily basis I am reminded how thankful I am for my husband. He is patient and kind and so totally loving. He takes care of everything. All the time. He never stops. He takes care of the laundry and the dishes and the yard and most importantly he is an amazing father. My husband is always thinking about what he can do for me and for our daughter and has never once expressed any resentment for anything. Ever.
How do I repay this kind and generous man? Yesterday on my way out of the driveway…in our SUV….I ran over him. Nothing like saying “thank you” the old-fashioned way. Well, okay, I didn’t run over all of him (thank goodness, I guess I am really thankful for that), I ran over his foot. May as well have been the same thing – I was a blithering idiot. I could not stop crying…I cried all the way to work. He was doing something wonderful for me (like he always does). He was cleaning off the inside and outside of my windshield because it had never been dirtier, and suddenly…I was moving and he was screaming…yelling…yelping. I have never heard anything like it. It took me a minute to realize what had happened and figure out whether I should move backward or forward to get the car off his foot…which I finally did (I opted for forward), but YIKES! By then some minor damage was done, and all of the neighborhood animals had been awoken from their early morning slumber.
He was very brave and he comforted me (mostly) and I could not stop saying “I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry” and he could not stop laughing. And overall, no permanent harm done (I don’t even know if he will lose his toenail…)
I do not know what this little accident says about me and my behavior in the morning, but what ever it says, I think that I have to take a little stock and move a little more slowly. Of course, accidents happen. At least LadyBug was not out there with him. At least, I was able to get off his foot before any major damage was done, at least I did not hit anything or anyone else!!
I spent all of last night making fun of the fact that I ran over his toe. I told him that he owed me one and that when ever he got really mad at me, he had one free “roll-over” to cash in on. But in my heart of hearts, I am just devastated that I could have done something so careless and silly.
Also, in Finish the Sentence Friday news – I am not that brave. I even think that have become less brave as I have gotten older. I dont like scary movies or scary carnival rides, and I am very concerned about what people are going to think which often time prevents me from being as brave as I want to be.
I have learned, however that I am the most brave in situations where the world is crumbling down around everyone that I know and love and someone has to take charge, this is when I thrive. The bravest thing that I ever did was to escort a former family friend out of the hospital when my father was dying because she was saying things about my father and my mother that were incredibly hurtful for my mother to hear. My father had a brain aneurism and was unexpectedly rushed to the hospital on May 12, 2000. He never left.
This woman (a former family friend and employee of my father) was openly talking about the relationship that she had with my father before he passed away and she was telling my mother things that in our time of grief she had no right to be sharing. When I saw her enter the hospital on the second day of his hospitalization…8 days before his death, I looked her right in the eye, I said “I know you love my father, and I am sure that in some ways he loves you too, but now is the time for his real and only family to be here to take care of him. Additionally, I have to take care of my family and you are hurting my mother and you are not welcome here during this difficult time”. At which point, I took her arm and walked her directly to the elevators. My family has never seen her since.
Whether or not what she was saying was true, I tend to believe that only small parts were…at that time, and essentially, even now…it didn’t matter. It was not her right to be there and I had to be sure that my family was protected.
I am brave when I have to be, but usually, I am not brave enough. This time, however, I did not let myself or my family down.
This is a post that was made possible by Finish the Sentence Friday
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