Dodging Bullets

The details are irrelevant. It is sufficient to know that my dear Sandy was referred to a surgeon. The initial consultation suggested three potentials were on the table. The first and best alternative was to observe and see how circumstances progress. The second was a bit more invasive and requires modest surgery. The last and most fearful was a complete reconstruction. Which would it be? Prayers went up and then the verdict was handed down. Options one and two are viable. At this time the dreaded number three is not even a prospect.

During the same time period Sandy took a break from work to hike to Cold Stone for a little you know what. Her office parking lot is attached to another parking lot and a mall by a narrow bridge. It was this that Sandy traversed to and from ice cream heaven. As she re-entered her office she heard the sound of a crash. Such sounds are not uncommon and she thought nothing of it. Then she noticed a group of people in her building looking out upon the bridge and parking lot she had just traversed. She stepped out of her office and joined the crowd. There was a body lying in the parking lot not 150 feet from her office and within a few feet of her route from the mall. The deceased was a car thief who attempted to escape by wildly speeding across the bridge and crashing into several police cars and a civilian’s van. The thief would not stop crashing his vehicle into the other vehicles. Thus, a few feet from my one and only the bullets flew and the thief’s life ended in a parking lot and not far from Sandy.

My dear wife takes all this in stride. Her husband of almost 31 years is less phlegmatic and extremely grateful to continue to revel in her delightful company. Keep dodging them bullets, honey.