I ended my last posting with an invitation of: “next”.
As in how I will respond to situations by not losing my cool: as in cussing and such. The ”next” situation did arrive. And, it arrived big time!
It seems the Universe might perhaps be giving me different types of opportunities to verify my commitment to not losing my cool. Breaking a water jug recently is one thing. Now I was about to find out the stakes would be coming at a much higher velocity… literally.
This next situation took place in a heartbeat. One second I am driving down 101 at 50 MPH, (in my friend Anita’s car that she loaned me while she is on the East Coast) the next second, the hood of the car pops open, proceeds to come off, propelling it to fly backward full force against the windshield. Thereby crushing it!
The windshield stayed in tact, with the hood lying against it. It’s a miracle the hood didn’t go flying in mid- air and who knows if it would have hit another car. For now however, with the hood completely obstructing my view, I had to act quickly to find a way to maneuver the car safely off the highway. I managed to find an opening to see where to turn off into a parking lot of a roadside market. The market was closed for the day. Nice timing indeed.
During this crisis, I was calm and collected to the point of handling it all just fine. No cussing left my lips or fear or apprehension in thought. However, after I pulled over and stopped the car is when I lost it. I started shaking and became completely overwhelmed asking outloud, “What do I do now?” Answer arrived: call Marge!
Marge responded to my frantic phone call and in record time, quickly arrived. With her came a precision expertise in helping me go step by step: contact Anita’s insurance company, wait for the tow truck and the most important keeping Zen safe while I made arrangements. At one time by phone, I was talking to Anita and the insurance company on a conference call while loud traffic sped past.
Afterward, as I reflected on the day’s event, I understood that it could have gone much different. The situation could have put Zen and I, someone driving behind us or in the next lane, in serious peril.
I was grateful for Anita’s response when I reached her by phone in South Carolina, informing her of what had transpired to her vehicle. And, her first response was not about the status of her car but:
“Are you and Zen okay?”
“Yes, but your car…”
“If you both are okay, then that is all that is important…it’s just a car.” I felt so bad and kept apologizing and her response?
“Sandra, it could have happened to me.”
With these responses, you are filled with gratitude. Grateful of how a person can be so loving especially
when their car is eventually deemed: “totaled” by the insurance company. Out of this carnage and devastation is the reassurance that this friendship can withstand something so serious and still stay intact.
In addition, another friend would drop everything to rush to help me. Marge is an artist and she was painting at the time. I know as a writer when you are involved in your creation: interruptions can suck. Nevertheless, she came to help.
I will not push it by ending this column by saying…”next”. Because, I am now confident my inner resources and ability to stay calm is becoming more and more a part of me.
And, certainly how blessed I am to have friends through thick and thin. Thank you!