There were several. One was when I was driving home from work (the small lumber business I'd had to take over when my husband died) and a man stepped out from between two park cars and nearly walked right into mine as I drove. I stomped on the brakes — he was fine — but I had to pull over to spend some time wailing and screaming. Somewhere in the midst of my freakout came the certain knowledge that I: 1. deserved more of a break than I (or life at the time) was giving me and 2. I needed to heal the wound and move on. Because clearly, this wouldn't do.
Yikes!!!! Jan, that is way more scary than a job review. That must have scared the wits out of you!
I've had a few moments in the car this past year where I don't have the slightest recollection of getting from point A to point B and wondering how I didn't kill anyone in the process.
There were several. One was when I was driving home from work (the small lumber business I'd had to take over when my husband died) and a man stepped out from between two park cars and nearly walked right into mine as I drove. I stomped on the brakes — he was fine — but I had to pull over to spend some time wailing and screaming. Somewhere in the midst of my freakout came the certain knowledge that I: 1. deserved more of a break than I (or life at the time) was giving me and 2. I needed to heal the wound and move on. Because clearly, this wouldn't do.
Yikes!!!! Jan, that is way more scary than a job review. That must have scared the wits out of you!
I've had a few moments in the car this past year where I don't have the slightest recollection of getting from point A to point B and wondering how I didn't kill anyone in the process.
I hear you, Kristi. Thank God that driving is mostly an associative task and not a cognitive one.