So, here's the thing, I'm gonna be 40 in a couple months. How is that possible? I guess since I was born in 1969 it is possible, but it just doesn't feel right in my head. However, it's feeling right in my body.
My back has been "tweeked" for a few days now and I'm sick of it. All I was doing was looking for something to wear Sunday morning to worship. I guess I was leaning a little weird over the bed when I was digging through the pile of clean clothes. As the day went on it didn't feel that much better. A friend gave me a work over Sun. night and that definitely helped. Monday morning I felt good. As the day wore on, though, it got worse. I've just been babying it since then. Yesterday I hadn't even felt it at all til last night. I was putting a sack of feed in the can and I felt it start burning. Not good. It wasn't the worst it's ever been that's for sure. I'll get over it I know. I just need to keep thinking about our poor UPS driver.
Last Thursday afternoon he was on his route (heading to my work actually) and had a wreck with a dump drunk. He's doing well now, but it looked bad there for a while I guess. My boss's heard about it through our neighbor around the corner here at the shop. She called me about 9pm and told me about 9pm that our driver had been in an accident and been killed. She said it could be wrong information but that was what she'd been told. I didn't immediately start balling, but by the time I got off the phone with her I was losing it. I cried the whole way home. I've known this guy for a few years now. Sometimes he's the only person I see when I'm at work. I know about his family and their garden. His little girl has some chickens she just loves. All that stuff kept going through my mind when I got this news that he'd suddenly been killed. There was no way for me to verify this info at the time since I was working at another town and didn't get back to the shop til almost 11 that night. Friday morning I came in a little early and called the UPS center close to us. I started asking questions and the girl hesitantly answered. When I asked if he'd been killed she said no. I was so happy and shocked and relieved! I made the calls to my employers and they were glad also.
So, the moral to this story is DON'T jump to conclusions. Find out more info before you cry your head off for hours for no reason and lay in bed with the thoughts of your UPS guy's family being distraught by the tragedy that's just come into their lives. My eyes would've felt way better if I'd not overreacted!
I guess I can handle a little back discomfort after all.
Did you really mean to say dump drunk? Just curious...
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Yes Sage, I mean't to say dump drunk! I mean, haven't we all seen one of those? I really should learn to proof these things before I hit publish!!!
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