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She didn’t know.
She didn’t know that her dogs were barking at a big branch sitting
on the trunk of her car as she drove down those slushy streets in Maine that
day. They were always loud and
rambunctious and especially when she took them from their warm and safe abode.
Maybe that’s why she didn’t question it when they didn’t stop their noise. It
was cold, very cold. She herself shivered in their little car. Maybe they were
extra cold, too.
She didn’t know.
She didn’t know that I was driving behind her, a safe distance
behind her, so that when the branch finally did decide to fall off her trunk, I would have
time to avoid it. It was big, you see and after realizing what it was and how
it probably got there, I could do nothing else but laugh. So I laughed and
laughed and laughed … all by myself in my own chilly little car, watching a big
branch hold on for dear life with a pile of frantic dogs egging it on, their
driver completely oblivious. She just didn’t know.
No, she didn’t know.
She didn’t know that when that branch finally did fly off, crashing
into pieces behind her, that car after car would be dodging that trail all
morning—swearing and wondering and swearing some more.
She didn’t know why her dogs suddenly stopped barking.
She didn’t know that I drove far behind her and then
suddenly drove rather close.
She didn’t know why there was a laughing woman tapping on
her window when she stopped at a stoplight. She didn’t know so she just stared
at me with wide-eyed fear.
She didn’t understand any of it
Because she was on autopilot
And living in fear.
The lady who didn’t know
missed a chance to laugh with me.
* * *
Laugh with me. Lighten your heavy. Take off your coat and let me show you what
surrounds you. Take of your shoes and let me help you feel what’s beneath you.
Look around. And up. See the everyday. Gobble up the old unseen and then the new. Forget Autopilot and
bring in Spring with fresh, awakened eyes. See faces. Trust the love there. Know that you are held by unseen forces wanting only the best for you. And then laugh
with me, my dear friend. Laugh with me … for you know the saying … the best is
yet to be.
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