Hindsight proves foresight is 20-20
In re the last post, I recently called her on a friend's cell phone and she answered. "I can't do nothing," she said. I laughed and said, "nope, you can't do nothing."
We met up at the Strut last night (June 9) and had so much fun. We pissed off our escorts because we got lost in talking to each other.
Then I got funnel caked! from my head to my toe, powdered sugar. The thing was hot and I thought I was getting showered with a cigarette. The running started when someone claimed someone had a gun. We didn't see anything. But when Rachael's friend went into the panic zone and tried to scurry Rach away, she said, "i'm not leaving without my mama."
If she's going to get shot, I'm going to, too."
We're a bit crazy. Unfortunately I passed tihs along to her. Once my dad wanted to take on a small twin engine plane, used to raise funds for some local charity. I absolutely hate flying; I hate being in the big planes where you sort of can't tell you are flying and I sure as hell hate those little fucking planes. Oh my stomach.
but my dad asked if I wanted to come with. I went, my butt checks clinched to tight I could have held enough change in 'em to buy a Sunday New York Times.
But my philosophy was/is: if Rach is going to get in a small plane and it ends up plunging to the ground, at a zillion miles per hour, than I am going with her. I'd rather be on the plane screaming to the earth, than standing on the ground, watching it dive bomb to earth with my child in it.
Same reasoning took over when I took her to the beach. Now, while I love the beach, I am yet again, terrified of the ocean. But every summer we went down, I spent the entire day inte water with her. I had to reherd her back toward shore about every 40 mintes or so. But it was the same thought process. Rather than sit on the beach and watch a shark take a bite, I was going to be in the water, right beside her so I could attack the son of a bitch and knock him off her and get care immediately.
Maybe I taught her what bravery is: doing what you fear, and how you can be so motivated.
Ah, well, C'est la vie, eh?