Yesterday I had one of the biggest scares of my life. I was on my way to an interview when I got a call from my father that my mother had been hit by a vehicle on the highway and lost control, plowing into the concrete median head on, and that she had been admitted to the hospital. The driver of the car that lost control had fled the scene.
Needless to say, I did horribly on the interview, and afterwards headed straight to the hospital, where my mother was hooked to an IV and a neck brace. She was loopy from the medicine and bruised up, but otherwise fine.
Facing your own mortality is one thing; facing your mother’s mortality is another thing entirely. It was in this moment that I realized that, even though it wasn’t this day, my mother wouldn’t be here one day. It filled me with a deep sadness.
Also, if any of my Atlanta friends spot a black Mazda with Texas plates and severe front damage, get those plates and message me. I want to put this bitch in jail.
