|Pic from FB|
There was a time, a long time ago, when I was caught in a huge storm. The rain beat down so angrily on my windscreen and I could barely see the road. The wipers couldn't clear the raindrops fast enough. It took sheer determination not to pull over by the side of the road and park because my house was just around the corner.
When I got home, I was glad to see the garden gate open (ahhh those days when it was still safe to do that), drove under the carport (open garage) and sat for awhile. The wind howled and it seemed like the storm was just over me.
When the thunder and lightning passed, I took that chance to run into the house with just enough time before the next rumble and flash of light in the dark sky.
Once I locked the door behind me, glad to be home, I realised that there was no one who would wonder if I got home safely that day. I still remember that sad moment.
Hurricane Sandy triggered this memory and I wonder about all the people who have no one to worry where they are when they don't come home at night.
Now when I'm missing on Facebook, I have people worrying about me. :)