On our way home from voting today, we were walking across a busy street. We had the light and we were in the crosswalk. And yet, a car turned left and headed right for us. Luckily, he realized before it was too late. The man behind us yelled. I did too but it was more of a yelp. Marco pushed me forward. The two of us probably would have been fine but the couple behind us would have been hit had the driver not realized. He apologized and said he doesn’t see very well. He was also wearing dark shades. THEN DON’T DRIVE!!
He was an older man. I get it. I remember well when my grandpa had to stop driving because it was just too dangerous. So then I thought about this man, and why wasn’t his family doing anything to keep him from driving.
It was just too close.
Things happen in the blink of an eye.
On Friday, at Gabi’s school costume parade, the twins were playing on the kids playground. Marco was with them and I was over by Gabi’s class taking pictures.
As he was helping one kid the other took the chance and bolted
“I can’t find Sara.”
Both of us searched the yard, I ran to the parking lot toward the neighboring park because that’s her favorite place to be. She wasn’t there. I headed back, assuming that by then Marco would have her. But he handed me Ema as he headed toward the other side. And that’s when I see her, back next to the playground running from behind the classrooms and stopping to hop on the hopscotch.
“Marco! She’s here!”
He jogged back toward us. He was about to get on the speaker and have all the parents searching.
But there she was not a care in the world hopping like no one’s business. (How did she learn about hopscotch anyway?)
The whole thing was probably less than 10 minutes. It took a while for us to recover from that little scare. And by a little while, I mean not quite yet.
We talked to them (again) about not running off without us and that they need to stay together.
It all can happen in a blink.
I remember one time when I was little. Probably around 7 or 8 years old. During the days when it was commonplace to say, Mom we’re going outside to play! and head out to our neighborhood.
Tommy wasn’t home. Neither was Gina. But Georgie the little boy next door had just gotten home and had a new toy that he wanted us to play with. So my sister and I went in and were having a great time playing with some construction set.
It was getting dark and his dad asked me if we had to go home yet and if my mom knew where we were. I didn’t want to stop playing and it wasn’t totally dark, so I fibbed and said we were fine.
Well, I’ll never forget the tears in my mom’s eyes as we were called to the door when she had knocked on their door as a last resort. She’d already been to Tommy’s and Gina’s and probably a few other kids.
And I never forgot the lesson I learned.
It can all happen in a blink.