08-13-2007
Caught Up in the Chaos of Life
A few years ago I had an experience that would teach me a lesson!
I was supposed to wake up at 6:30 a.m., however it wasn’t until 7:30 that I finally got out of bed. My eye lids were like lead. They felt like they weighed a ton. My kids were late for school, and had missed the bus. They didn’t have time to eat breakfast, and I didn’t have my java fix.
We all jumped into the car, then off we went. I was still in my PJ’s. My hair was a mess, I had stuff in the corner of my eyes, and breath that was stronger then I was. (We can be honest here, everyone has the morning yucky’s) I prayed the whole way there, that I would not get pulled over by the police, or get into any kind of accident.
Time was passing quickly. I had to rush back home to get dressed for work, so I put the petal to the metal, and I was home in no time. I ran up the stairs, ripped off my clothes, and threw on the first thing I could grab from the closet.
Since the car was still running, I got in and went! I knocked over the garbage can. Junk went flying all over the yard, but I had no time to clean it up.
As I was driving, I was fluffing my hair, and picking the crap out of my eyes. The level of anxiety I was feeling was extreme, and boy was I cranky.
As I drove, it seemed like everyone I passed honked their horn at me. I became quite defensive because I knew I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Unfortunately, I ended up flashing my middle finger to a few of them out of pure frustration. (This was not a normal practice for me)
The traffic finally came to a complete stop. Then, once again, I heard a beep. The woman that was along side of me was motioning to roll down my window. I was ready for a fight! You could have given me some boxing gloves, and they would have mistaken me for Mike Tyson.
She said, “Ma’am we have been trying to tell you that your purse is on the top of your car.” Wow, I felt so stupid! I did not know what to say. Here I am bobbing my head all around, cursing them all out, and shooting them the finger. Shame on me!
I kindly thanked the women with embarrassment. I had to get out of my car to get my pocket book. The silence was deafening. I never felt so put on the spot in my life.
Lucid‘s Thoughts:
My lesson here was to take that step back, and not get caught up in the chaos of life!
Hopefully this situation does not happen to you, if it does; just breathe. When things are going all wrong, stop what your doing and take a time out.
If this does not change your ambience or slow down the chaos around you, you can always pick up the phone, and do yourself a favor. Call yourself out of work, and go back to bed!

August 14th, 2007 at 3:29 pm
Hi Lucid,
Your purse was really on TOP of the car? And it didn’t fall? I think that was a blessing in disguise. You purse could have fallen off and spilled the contents — and I know how precious the contents of pursese can be.
I think the story is typical of spirit trying to get our attention and us not paying attention to it. Thank God you didn’t get into any accidents.
I am glad that your survived the day to talk about it.
August 14th, 2007 at 7:36 pm
My ex-neighbor was driving around one day with her purse on top of her car too! Set it on top to put kids n stuff in the car, got in and drove off. Another driver alerted her and she retrieved it.
Glad you got your purse back. It’s awful to lose ID and credit cards. Stay cool and stay safe. PS Well, at least the other drivers had a little story to tell at dinner.
(((hugs))) MW (=^;^=)
August 14th, 2007 at 8:40 pm
Hi Alexys… lol I am sorry… I did not clarify that my travels did not go far before I was alerted to the purse. Where I live there is a main road that is very busy in the mornings and we kind of crawl until we pass through the traffic light.
Yes, thank God no accidents.. I would have had to call it a day at that point …
Sorry for the confusion
Have a super night!
August 14th, 2007 at 8:55 pm
Hello Mother Winter Moon!
I am glad I am not the only air head that can pull this off lol
…. Gosh, I was so lucky that everything stayed in the pocket book. I blame it on the java/coffee. I am more alert and vibrant with my morning caffeine …..
Have a great night
August 15th, 2007 at 11:45 pm
I to had an experience with driving off with a pocket book. I was taking my grand kids to the doctor’s office and I took off with it on the roof. When we got to the doctor’s office I realized I didn’t have it! My daughter and I were horrified!! I had $200 in there and part of it was to be used to pay for the office visits for the kids.
While we were there someone called the doctors office and said they found an appointment card and called there by chance hoping that I was still there. The man saw my pocket book fall off the car and all my credit cards and money went flying out! Any way he told us were he lived and we went and when we pulled up in front of the house, it was a mansion!! I was driving around in a jalopy. How embarrasing was this. I wanted to offer the man a reward for finding it and he asked me to step inside and I immediately knew I didn’t know wether to offer money or not. I did, but he said no thank you and said he was so glad he got my bag and not someone else because they would have taken the money and thru it out some where. I told him I was so grateful and he said he was glad he could help out. I am truly blessed. We had told the doctor that I lost my pocket book and maybe she thought we were just telling her a story. But the proof was in the pudding when the man called her office and asked for me. I am very grateful for the many things that have happened in my life and I forgot about this one until I read about Lucids story. You all have a great day tomorrow! Thanks Lucid
August 16th, 2007 at 12:44 am
Hi Phyllis!
That is some story! I am glad to hear there are still good people in this world.
Where there is a certain percentage of people who are hurting for money, your chances of having the money, cards, etc was a true blessing!
You have a great day too!
August 17th, 2007 at 1:33 am
Phyllis’s last story reminded me of a story. Years ago, in the dark ages before cell phones, I left my wallet in a phone booth. I didn’t know where I lost it. but a few days later my wallet arrived in the mail, (my ID was in it with my address) with everything intact, including the coins in the zippered change section. There was a note saying “I found your wallet in a phone booth,” no name or return address for the stranger that paid to mail it back to me. Sweet dreams, MW