Ever have a 2am what if moment? This morning at 2:18am, Cheryl was not in bed next to me.
A frightening, but unusually calm terror immediately filled my body.
A quick review of Cheryl’s facts – I was groggy:
- Left work with two colleagues
- Went straight Orlando Magic basketball game downtown
- After game, take Robin back to work to get her car
- Then drop off Molina at Disney’s Grand Floridian
- Home by 11pm, latest, right?
But it’s 2:18am.
What if she was in an accident? The phone would have rang.
What if she was abducted? The phone wouldn’t ring.
Panic.
I called. No answer.
What if the kidnapper was brutal?
More intense panic.
Why didn’t she call?
Moving to the hall, I called louder downstairs…
Her precious voice. Also sleepy.
Was quietly reminded that the key to peace and contentment, even in the midst of a brutal world, is living each day like it fully counts.
Side note: Yesterday two bombs exploded at the 117th Boston Marathon finish line.
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4 replies on “Ever have a 2am what if moment?”
Leaving church services one morning about 10 years ago I was the last one out to the van. Our son wasn’t with my wife, she thought he was with me. I went back inside . . . nowhere to be found. I started to panic. My wife remained calm. I was getting upset because she wasn’t upset and didn’t share the same frantic response.
He was found a few minutes (seemed like hours) later on the other side of the building (where he hadn’t played before) with some of the older (responsible/less frantic) kids.
What if he had been taken from the side street without anyone knowing? I don’t want to go there.
BTW, I have friends that attend services at West Orange. 🙂
Small world keeps getting smaller.
David, it’s a brutal world out there. Spending time in the wild (and nature) is a tough reminder that everyday for wild animals is a day of 24 hour survival.
Glad it worked out with a happy ending.
David, and yes, it appears to be a very small world. 🙂