You’re riding down the highway with your family, perhaps on the way to a soccer game or Chuck E. Cheese or the Second Grade Extravaganza when — SCREECH! You’re pushed off the road.
And everything stops.
You forget where you were headed because you can’t go there right now.
You worry about your family, stuck with you in this car you were driving which is now smashed into the median.
You wish they hadn’t been in the car with you.
You worry that it was your fault, even though you know it really wasn’t. Even when the authorities tell you it was just something that happens to people, good people like you. Good parents like you.
Suddenly, you stop thinking about picking up the cake for the communion party or whether you remembered the shin guards or what time the parent-teacher conference is tomorrow.
You start wondering if you’ll be around to see your kids graduate from high school.
You remember picking out baby annoucements.
You think about the first time the kindergarten bus rolled up and opened its door.
You chuckle about the time you decided that watching paint dry was, in fact, more interesting that attending a T-ball game.
Then you go about the agonizing and exhausting task of cleaning up the mess and getting back on the road.
And when make it back onto highway with your family, at last heading to the birthday party or the soccer game, you realize the car will never drive the same again.