"Bad turn at Albuquerque"
Jan. 28th, 2005 08:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxAdam is safely in Albuquerque. But my heart is still in my throat:
Charlotte picked me up at Metro and we went to her house. We went downstairs and sat on the couch while Billy played a racing game on XBox. Then Charlotte looked at me calmly and told me that Adam had called her right before I had gotten to the Metro.
He was in a car accident.
Apparently, right before he had gotten to the convention center, a woman in a van had skidded wildly across three lanes of traffic, hit a wall, hit a truck, and then came careening toward Adam's van with its millions of dollars worth of computers and equipment -- and Adam. He hit the gas, and she managed to hit the passenger side and the back of the van, but if he hadn't sped up, she would have hit his front.
Oh, he's okay. He's fine. Shaken, bruised, in serious need of a drink or three. But he's fine. He's fine. He called me at Charlotte's and told me all of it just a little bit ago. He'd called her first, knowing I would have been on the Metro with no signal -- he also didn't want to just leave me a message that would only scare me and make me panic, and he also knew that Charlotte would be able to calm me down personally. He had asked if I was there yet and asked her to tell me and then have me call him. Which I did right away, naturally.
He told me the story with a small laugh in his voice, because it is rather funny and very ironic: The van the woman was driving was a company van: Safe Ride Insurance Company.
*giggles*
Oh, the irony.
The van is a bit banged up, and only two computers were damaged, but there are back-ups. I still want justice, though. My man was hurt. It doesn't matter that he's okay; my man was hurt and it was someone else's fault.
But he's fine. He'll be fine. He'd better be fine, or I'm gonna have to hurt someone.
Now he really misses me. Now I really miss him.
But at least he's alive and in one piece.
And it's funny... I now can harbor rage. Pure, seething rage. I couldn't do that before. But after I learned about some outrageous lies and deception that happened last month, I have discovered my long-hidden ability to get really really angry. There's no point in letting myself be angry over that incident, though. Best if I just make myself not care about it, which will take some effort. But anyway.
But I can't direct this particular anger at anyone or anything. We don't know why the woman crossed three lanes of highway traffic to put many lives in danger. We don't know if she was drunk, if her brakes had failed, what. So I just have to breathe deep, remain calm, and tell myself that everything will be fine and there's nothing I can do so I just have to let go and leave everything to fate. Which I am.
All I know right now is that my beloved is safe and well, and he will be okay. All I know is that Charlotte is helping to keep me calm and light-heartened to help prevent me from chewing at my own arm in a vain attempt to rage at something/anything. I need to laugh and be happy right now, because the alternative just won't work. Life is funny sometimes. Laugh it up.
Charlotte picked me up at Metro and we went to her house. We went downstairs and sat on the couch while Billy played a racing game on XBox. Then Charlotte looked at me calmly and told me that Adam had called her right before I had gotten to the Metro.
He was in a car accident.
Apparently, right before he had gotten to the convention center, a woman in a van had skidded wildly across three lanes of traffic, hit a wall, hit a truck, and then came careening toward Adam's van with its millions of dollars worth of computers and equipment -- and Adam. He hit the gas, and she managed to hit the passenger side and the back of the van, but if he hadn't sped up, she would have hit his front.
Oh, he's okay. He's fine. Shaken, bruised, in serious need of a drink or three. But he's fine. He's fine. He called me at Charlotte's and told me all of it just a little bit ago. He'd called her first, knowing I would have been on the Metro with no signal -- he also didn't want to just leave me a message that would only scare me and make me panic, and he also knew that Charlotte would be able to calm me down personally. He had asked if I was there yet and asked her to tell me and then have me call him. Which I did right away, naturally.
He told me the story with a small laugh in his voice, because it is rather funny and very ironic: The van the woman was driving was a company van: Safe Ride Insurance Company.
*giggles*
Oh, the irony.
The van is a bit banged up, and only two computers were damaged, but there are back-ups. I still want justice, though. My man was hurt. It doesn't matter that he's okay; my man was hurt and it was someone else's fault.
But he's fine. He'll be fine. He'd better be fine, or I'm gonna have to hurt someone.
Now he really misses me. Now I really miss him.
But at least he's alive and in one piece.
And it's funny... I now can harbor rage. Pure, seething rage. I couldn't do that before. But after I learned about some outrageous lies and deception that happened last month, I have discovered my long-hidden ability to get really really angry. There's no point in letting myself be angry over that incident, though. Best if I just make myself not care about it, which will take some effort. But anyway.
But I can't direct this particular anger at anyone or anything. We don't know why the woman crossed three lanes of highway traffic to put many lives in danger. We don't know if she was drunk, if her brakes had failed, what. So I just have to breathe deep, remain calm, and tell myself that everything will be fine and there's nothing I can do so I just have to let go and leave everything to fate. Which I am.
All I know right now is that my beloved is safe and well, and he will be okay. All I know is that Charlotte is helping to keep me calm and light-heartened to help prevent me from chewing at my own arm in a vain attempt to rage at something/anything. I need to laugh and be happy right now, because the alternative just won't work. Life is funny sometimes. Laugh it up.
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Date: 2005-01-29 06:25 am (UTC)And I harbour rage everyday...it's a dangerous emotion...don't let it get the best of you myow..
*hugslots*
Rynnie
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Date: 2005-01-29 06:29 am (UTC)::hugs::
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Date: 2005-01-29 09:32 am (UTC)*Hug*
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Date: 2005-01-30 01:49 am (UTC)But after I learned about some outrageous lies and deception that happened last month, I have discovered my long-hidden ability to get really really angry.
Wow, err...my apologies the last several weeks I've been so wrapped up in the complications and family drama on my own end, and with being sick, that I haven't had an opportunity to call to see how Libby and you guys are doing, and to stay caught up and all...so I've been kinda outta the loop...this sounds fairly vehement and serious, what happened that I missed? Gimme a call on Mom's cell, (410)227-9226 this eve and let me know how all you guys have been and what's been going on...*hugz to all of the Paul/Capello clan*
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Date: 2005-01-30 03:43 am (UTC)