(Photo Details: Flowers at the 911 Memorial, NYC)
Perspective has been a bitch this week.
My oldest friend’s 22-year daughter died this week. To be more clear, my friend isn’t old, my friendship with her is—I’ve known her since the fourth grade. Anyway, it’s been a bad week.
She and her husband got a new perspective this week, one that no one really wants. But they were able to find perspective funny the night their daughter died. When they left the hospital that night, they stayed at a local hotel before returning to their hometown the next day. When they checked in, the clerk said, “Oh my gosh I’ve had the WORST day. I forgot my password and . . . (I can’t remember the rest, but you get the idea.) Of course they didn’t tell him what a REALLY bad day is. And they didn’t begrudge him--they just found the humor in the situation.
The little clicking sound on my turn signal is broken in my car. The signal works, and you can see the flashing arrow on the dashboard, but there is no clicking noise to let you know if it’s still on. Today, I was out running errands to help get ready for the memorial service.
At a stoplight, someone behind me in a gray Prius started honking at me. I couldn’t see who was driving so I thought it might be my husband Doug—our other car is a gray Prius. He kept honking so I pulled over to the slower lane after the light changed so I could see who was driving. It wasn’t Doug. The driver rolled down his window and said, “Your blinker was on, your blinker was on, your blinker was on,” and he made little flashing motions with his hands. I said ok and thanked him.
And then I thought how stupid it was for him to honk at me over that. I see little old ladies with their blinkers on all the time and I just deal with it. So what, I’m that little old lady now, so what. I wish I didn’t thank him. I wish I said, “That must have been very annoying.”
In any case, I made a new resolution today. Next time someone is annoying me because they are tailgating me, I’m going to pull over to the slower lane even if they could just pass me in the faster lane. Even if I’m exceeding the speed limit already. Instead of thinking, “What a jerk,” I’m going to think maybe it’s a couple racing to the emergency room because their only daughter, the love of their life, took an overdose of pills.
And next time I see someone with their blinker stuck on, I’m going to think, oh no, there’s a woman who’s preoccupied with worry about a dear friend.
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