tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897652.post3585447978328046714..comments2024-03-27T15:44:43.564-08:00Comments on What Do I Know?: " if you're aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently"Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10498066938213558757noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897652.post-47412268513948364172013-05-12T11:23:07.110-08:002013-05-12T11:23:07.110-08:00I love it. And it's good to hear from you. H...I love it. And it's good to hear from you. Happy Mother's Day.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10498066938213558757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897652.post-87161229655113277162013-05-12T02:20:50.796-08:002013-05-12T02:20:50.796-08:00One day I was driving down the road behind a truck...One day I was driving down the road behind a truck that was going slower than traffic. We were in a rush to get hair cuts and then go to Pet Zoo to get one of the kids a bunny. (I KNOW that you probably hate pet shop animals, but this is my story and enjoy the beauty, OK? Our bunny lived for a long time and had a hoppy life with us for many years.) The kids got restless and commented on it and I said, "Hey, for all we know, the driver's wife is about to have a baby, so he is being super careful!"<br /><br />Well, the kids and I came up with a crazy story that included her sitting in the back seat in labor with a RESCUED gold fish on her lap, drinking really hot coffee that she needed to stop labor pains, that he himself had a fear of driving and had just gotten out of surgery, so it was really good that he was even out, etc. We were laughing, but I told the kids to cross themselves and to seriously pray for them. It was good that they were driving so slow so that we could pray for them! This all happened in roughly five minutes. I was able to safely pass him and he was wearing a distinctive fur hat.<br /><br />I went in to the hair cut place and as my then youngest son in the group who was five sat with his eight year old sister sat in the waiting area, who walked in but the driver of the truck! My son looked at the man's wife who was very much past child bearing age and asked her if she was ok. . . after an awkward exchange and that son asking and confirming that they drove a blue truck, he SHARED with them our story, resplendent with my inflections. <br /><br />As he and his wife were laughing, they looked at me for an explanation and I actually said, "Um, you may find this hard to believe, but I have never seen these children in my life."<br /><br />There was more laughter as those kids ran to me and hugged me, laughing and telling the folks that their mom was "very funny and a story teller, too!"<br /><br />I then explained what had gone on as we drove up a particular stretch of road. It turned out that they had car problems, appreciated our prayers regardless, and told me that I was doing a great job with my children. <br /><br />So the moral of this story is, choose an alternate reality, but be careful on sharing it. (I liked this so much that after I wrote it I had to share it to my FB page for the kids for my Mother's Day story.) TeaNCrumpetnoreply@blogger.com