In Case of Emergency
For FHE this evening we were joining another ward for Thanksgiving dinner. On the way there I got a phone call from a young woman in the ward needing directions. I gave them to her, then 10 minutes later got another call. This time she was in tears.
Used to dealing with Sweetheart I figured that she just got lost, and asked her if that was the case. Through her tears I learned she was in a car accident. We turned around and went back to get her.
It turned out to be nothing—a simple bump—but nothing is quite like your first accident to freak you out well and good.
While talking to her I learned that she hadn't called her parents.
What makes us call whom first? The first person I called at my last two accidents was Mumsy. The first person she called after hers this evening was me. How have I become so important to her that she would call me first? Was I just conveniently the last person she called? I doubt it. I don't know, and I don't really mind, but I am curious.
Sometimes I really wonder why people turn to me...I'm really not that great, or nice.
Used to dealing with Sweetheart I figured that she just got lost, and asked her if that was the case. Through her tears I learned she was in a car accident. We turned around and went back to get her.
It turned out to be nothing—a simple bump—but nothing is quite like your first accident to freak you out well and good.
While talking to her I learned that she hadn't called her parents.
What makes us call whom first? The first person I called at my last two accidents was Mumsy. The first person she called after hers this evening was me. How have I become so important to her that she would call me first? Was I just conveniently the last person she called? I doubt it. I don't know, and I don't really mind, but I am curious.
Sometimes I really wonder why people turn to me...I'm really not that great, or nice.
posted by granola girl at 9:57 pm
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