It’s all about perspective #VantagePoint – Part 3

Continued from previous….

As you sit there and ponder about yourself, you see a child in the car next to you.  He looks strange.  Not in a “he’s  an unfortunate looking child” way but more of a “something looks wrong” way.  You look at the driver and they’re on the phone.  You look back at the child and you see (what looks like) him trying to get the drivers attention.  You look back at the driver to see they’re too involved in the conversation to notice. You look back at the child and it clicks, this child is choking.  You…

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swing open your door and get the driver’s attention.  You attempt to open the child’s door but it’s locked.  The driver, still holding the phone looks over wondering what crazy person is trying to abduct their child.  You yell at them “LOOK…LOOK… THE KID IS CHOKING!!”. They look back horrified to see the child gasping for air.

The driver stretches back and then climbs over the front seat. They push their finger in the child’s mouth and by the grace of God is able to dislodge the fisher price person that was getting stuck in his throat.

The driver..now stunned that the event happened, looks at you, like you pushed it down the child’s throat.  No words are exchanged but you can see (or want to believe) that the person is thankful.  You look at the child, who is now breathing normally, look up at you with big watery eyes and give you shy small wave…almost to say thank you for saving what would have been the end of my very brief life. With your heart still racing and your head now pounding, you manage to give a half-smile as to say “Good luck with your life kid” and slowly shuffle back to your car.

You sit there stunned, still in disbelief of what happened.  Staring straight ahead, your concentration is broken by the ‘ding, ding, ding’ of your low fuel indicator.  SHIT!  Your car was running the whole time.  You quickly turn off your car (which you thought you had already done but the activity made you forget everything).  Now, as you’re back in the present state, you hear the radio personality announce…

“Looks like they’re opening the lanes on King again – traffic should start to flow!  Hope everyone caught a quick nap…hahahaha!”  If he only knew….

The sound of engines starting filled the air and traffic started moving.  You mentally scan the area for the closest gas station.  You know that you have at least 15kms in your reservoir tank but would rather not find out how accurate the car manual was so you make your way to the closest station and just as you’re about to pull in, a red Porsche comes out of nowhere and takes the pump.

You’re ready to get out of the car, put both hands straight ahead of you and fly over to knock him out like Superman but you see the spot beside him open up with no one waiting.  You glare at him with an evil stare and pull into the next pump.

It’s building up inside…you have to say something. “Thanks for cutting me off asshole” to which he replies..”Excuse me?”.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, you saw me waiting and you just pulled in.  Since when did Porsche start giving out certificates for being a prick?”.   Pleased with yourself for saying it (but kicking yourself because you thought of something of even better you could have said)..you notice something.  An expression on his face you didn’t expect.  He looks at you, genuinely remorseful…”I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.  I wish you had told me, I would have moved…you see, this is…I mean was my Uncle’s car..he recently passed away and left it for me.  He asked me to take care of it but always said…don’t worship it.  I’m just trying to do as he asked. It was the last thing he said to me.

“WTF is going on!!!” you think to yourself!  Are you fucking kidding me?!  You’re eyes are now getting misty with tears because this man’s lip was quivering with thoughts of his dead Uncle.  Thoughts that somehow you manage to conjure up because “you just had to say something”.

You look at him and not knowing what to say…. “sorry to hear about your Uncle.  I’m sure he was a nice guy” You’re reaching for anything that will help this guy’s lip stop quivering. He nods and turns away.  You think to yourself “really…what else can go fucking wrong?”.

Just as the thought flows through your mind, you look inside the gas station and notice it’s suddenly dark in there.   You then look at your pump and see it’s stopped at $15.55 but you know your tank takes at least $80.  Then you look around and you notice that the street lights are out.  It feels like everything is moving in slow motion, then it hits you.  The power has gone out!

Expecting the generator to kick in, you wait….and wait….and wait.  Then you see the attendant come out to say “Sorry, the power has gone out and the generator didn’t kick in”.  FUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!!  He proceeds to say, “our sister station across the street is functional on their back up generator, you can go over there”.

You can’t believe this is happening.  You look over towards the other station and see the major intersection which you now need treat like a four-way stop.

You get into your car to make your way over and then….

 

It’s all about perspective #Vantage Points – Part 2

From previous entry…..Finally, an hour and half later, you’re own your way.  You figure “At least there won’t be any traf….” and before you can finish your thought.  A sea of red lights ahead.  There’s a traffic jam.  You feel your back tense up and you grip the wheel even tighter.  Uncertain of the hold up, you turn on the radio to hear…. 

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“…yes Larry, we’re here in the traffic copter above that major accident on King Hwy at Main Street.  It’s a hot mess over here…there appears to be 15 cars, 3 vans, 2 tractor trailers and..is that a horse? Well, they’re all piled up on each other.  Traffic is backed up for miles.  I’d love to give people another route but with the 401 closure, construction on the other major streets and the big happy every religion parade on John…well, let’s just say, anyone on going North on King should turn off their engines, put your seat back and get comfortable….this is what you call grid lock – and imagine the roads were free and clear about an hour and half ago!

That’s when you feel the trickle down your neck. That one bead of sweat just making it’s way down the nape of neck to the middle of your back.  You wonder if that is what David Banner felt like before he got angry.  No one liked him when he was angry. You think about your morning so far and wondered if you did something wrong in th recent weeks?  Was this Karma getting you back for something major?  Did you wrong someone and never made it right?

As you sit there and ponder about yourself, you see a child in the car next to you.  He looks strange.  Not in a “man…he’s not a cute kid” way but more of a “something looks wrong” way.  You look at the driver and they’re yapping on the phone.  You look back at the child and you see him trying to get the drivers attention.  You look back at the driver to see they’re too involved in the conversation to notice. You look back at the child and it clicks, this child is choking.  You….

To be continued

It’s all about perspective #Vantage Points – Part 1

Have you ever had what you felt was a horrible day?  Just one thing after the next would go wrong.  You woke up late and rush to the shower. You nearly break your neck getting into the tub because someone spilled body wash when the tub was dry and didn’t clean it out.

You clean it out and get in only to discover there is no body wash left because what was remaining spilled on the tub floor, almost taking your life and the jackhole who did it didn’t have the common courtesy to say something. With your MacGyver mind, you resort to adding water to the bottle in hopes to get the remnants of Garden Mist out.  You finally get enough soap for a proper lather only to have the water go cold. 

Annoyed, after your cold shower, you dry off and grab the bottle of lotion and guess what…same thing. So you unscrew the pump and beat the middle of your hand with the bottle trying to get out enough for your hands, knees, elbows, ankles and any other area that may be seen and appear ashy if you don’t lotion it.

Now you’re clean..(ish) and lotioned..(somewhat) and you look in the closet.  What to wear.  You pull out a pair of shorts you haven’t worn in a minute and ask yourself “Why haven’t I worn these? I love these shorts!” and with confidence you put them on.  You try on top after top only to choose the one you chose first (15 mins ago!).

Looking at the time you realize…”Shit, what am I doing??  I’m late!”  (Note: late is late.  really, if your 10 mins late or 20 mins late…accept it.  Moving faster will not rewind time..you’re not Superman).  You get yourself together and head out the door.  What you forgot (and don’t realize) is that you didn’t change your shoes and are still wearing your comfy fuzzy slippers! 

As you lock the door, your elderly neighbour gets your attention and asks for your assistance.  Not wanting to look like an ass and brush her off, you stop to see what she needs.  She proceeds to tell you that her grandson forgot to take the garbage out to the curb before he left for school and she asked for your assistance.  That’s when it hits you…it’s Thursday!!   Apparently you’re the only one that is able to understand the concept of putting out garbage and own trash hasn’t been put out!

So you agree to help her and she guides you to her garage.  As you approach you see what she failed to mention is that she’s a hoarder and her grandson didn’t forget to put it out, he headed for the hills when he saw how much she had to throw out!!  You look at her and say,

“Ms. Johnson, I’m sorry but this is a lot of garbage and I don’t see how I’ll be able to get it out own my own”.  She gently lowers her head and replies,

“That’s ok dear, if you’re too busy to help a widow of 55 years, I understand. I would do it myself but I had both hips, both knees, my left elbow, my right wrist and my neck bone replaced. The doctor says if I have one more operation, I WILL die.” 

With a blank stare you look at her.  You wonder, ‘ is she being serious?’  She has at least 10 big garbage bags…and that’s of what can be seen.  You think quickly…’what do I do?!’ 

Then you hear it…in the distance…the truck is coming!  That’s when you realize!  My garbage isn’t out!! 

You look at her. You look to your house. You look at her. You look to your house. You resolve that this widow of 55 years needs your help.

You grab a couple of the bags and run to curb.  You run back to garage and back to the curb. You proceed to do this 4 more times before the truck makes it to her house.  As you approach her house to tell her that’s the best you can do, she looks down and says “Oh my…I’m sorry my dear. I forgot..those were bags of hats and mittens I knitted for homeless children in third world countries.” 

At that point, you look over to see the garbage man heave one of the bags in the compactor. You run towards him to stop him from throwing out the rest.  You bring the bags back to her house.  She opens one and says with a playful chuckle “Oh my goodness…looks like my age is catching up to me, this actually is  garbage.” She looks up in reflection and says “That’s right…those nice people already came by to collect the hats and mittens last week.” 

Now…you’re ready to shit yourself.  Better yet, you’re ready to shit in her bags of garbage. You look at her frail wrinkled face smiling and you take a deep breath.  Not only are you sweating (and can’t take another shower as there is no more soap), your own garbage didn’t go out either! 

You look at her and nod and through gritted teeth you say “That’s ok Ms. Johnson.  Next week I’ll help you from the night before and we’ll make sure the garbage gets out. Will that be ok?”  She kindly pats your arm and says “Yes deary, that would be perfect. You’re such a sweet soul” and winks.

You turn towards your car and shake your head.  You get in and when you step on the break you think “Why does the pedal feel like that?” You look down and that’s when you realize, you’re still wearing your slippers.  You shrug your shoulders and put the car into reverse.  You know you have flip-flops in your trunk somewhere so you’ll just sort it out after.

Finally, an hour and half later, you’re own your way.  You figure “At least there won’t be any traf….” and before you can finish your thought.  A sea of red lights ahead.  There’s a traffic jam.  You feel your back tense up and you grip the wheel even tighter.  Uncertain of the hold up, you turn on the radio to hear…. 

To be continued….