This morning I went to the gym. Brett was just getting into the shower as I left. I kissed him goodbye and headed to workout.
The wind was blowing incredibly hard. It was swirling leaves everywhere. It was even knocking over construction signs.
After my workout, as I was driving home, I noticed a slew of ambulances and a fire truck near our house. It was so dark. I couldn't tell what was going on. I slowed down to take a look. Oh, no!!!
There was Brett's truck and they were putting someone onto a gurney. I couldn't tell what was going on. I pulled over and ran to look into Brett's truck. He wasn't there. My heart was racing. The only other civilian I could see was the man being loaded in to the ambulance. I didn't see what Brett wore to work, but I was sure it was him on that gurney. The man had a neck brace and I couldn't see his face. I could only see that he was wearing shorts. "Did Brett wear shorts to work today?" I asked myself.
I said to the officer, "This is my husband's truck." I was ready to break down into tears. Brett turned and said "Oh, no, everything's okay"
He was standing next to the officer. The jacket he was wearing looked unfamiliar. In fact, in the dark it looked similar to the ones the paramedics were wearing. He could tell I was about to cry.
I was a little embarassed by how emotional I got.
Everything was fine.
I bet you're wondering, "What happened?"
A bicyclist came out around a parked car. The wind had blown over a garbage can. He didn't see it and biffed it. Brett almost hit the guy then pulled over to help. Luckily, the bicyclist was wearing a helmet. Brett said, the helmet was totally smashed in.
The bicyclist is okay - Brett is fine - so why is my heart is still beating out of my chest?