Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Busy Goes to the Hospital

Axioms for a Random Life

One Foggy morning I reluctantly rose out of bed about two hours earlier than usual and I had my dreams fresh in my head. Dreams can be illusive. In one dream my daughter Marina asked me to clean the filters on the heating system as Mommy always had worried about those filters. When the filters get clogged the heating system labors and in some cases the system uses oil much quicker than normal. So for some reason, I just thought about it for a second and instinctually got out of bed and marched down into the basement. I fumbled for the flashlight and surprisingly in five minutes the filters were scoured and clean as a whistle. This act alone surprised me as I am not the most handy person on earth and I never seem to no where the flash lights are.And as I was putting the filters back in I looked on the floor and to my surprise there was a gentle surprise. Hidden near the heater, I found a pair of brown cords that I had been missing for months as well as well as a favourite CD that was missing for the same period.
Two weeks ago I was sitting at the computer and heard a yelp from across the street. . . . My dog had been hit by a car. I rushed out as fast as I could and yelled, 'That’s's my dog,' as people gathered around my battered Basset 'Busy.' Without me saying a word, people, total strangers, were instantly on cell phones calling vets. The driver was so upset. And she had a child in the car. I calmed her and told her not to give it a second thought.
Another stranger out of nowhere jumped out of his car with towels. I have no idea his name and I still have his towel. Another girl who had stopped yelled out, “Put the dog in my car and I'll drive him to the vet.” The stranger with the towels helped me lift the scared and battered basset. He was heavy, and within two minutes of (my) arriving at the scene the panting and stunned dog was in the car and headed to the hospital.Courtney, I learned on the ride to the hospital was a full time Nanny and worked at a local CafĂ©, drove very calmly and safely right to the hospital (the directions to which the guy with the towells had scribbled down). "She stayed with me until I was no longer needed at the hospital and gave me a ride back home. It's not like I don't have a ton of friends. These events all just happened and people instantly responded with kindness.The doctor said Busy probably will be fine. He's a strong dog. But all I know is he got there as fast as possible with the spontaneous kindness of people who went that extra mile to be just plain nice. They were very sweet. And I thank them.

Two weeks later, I walked out the front door slowly walking my still sore dog and my neighbor whom I never knew ran was starting his run....I quickly said....Hey do you want somebody to run with.He kindly smiled and said sure....so I changed quickly and we were off on a pleasant conversation filled run where at two miles....I recognized a placeWhere the girl workedWho drove Busy to the hospitalafter he was hit by a Car
[A total stranger before the accident]
Suddenly
I stopped in mid runCourtney she was working
And her face lit up.
And I told her Busy's going to be okay.She smiled a smile
I will always remember.I like smiles like that.


This life we live is random and if we keep our eyes open there are many beautiful people and beautiful things right in our own neighborhood, even our own houses. And within that, it nice to be kind to those you do in fact come in contact with. And many times this is not predetermined. It is random, it is quirky but the one consistency that keeps coming back to me is follow your dreams, listen to your children and live an active and balanced life.

Wreckless Ramblings

Just one random sunny evening on a cloudy day
Out of nowhere seems like I was venturing somewhere
When I was looking at the crescent moon
For what it was worth on that moonless day
Pops up this little glint of sunshine.

Guess what as per usual on this a typical
cloudy radiant sunny day this brief little
epic insight willowy terse sweet chirpy
little sparrow shyly taps me on the shoulder
and says Hey Its Me.

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