I've been blogging how I would want to change but things get in the way. One thing got in the way alright. Friday night, I had a life threatening accident.
I totalled the Great White Hope. If it weren't for my seatbelt, I would have flown out the windshield and you guys would be wondering why I stopped posting after the "10 things you shouldn't buy new".
My whole life didn't flash before my eyes. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. No trauma. No shock. Just an "Oh shit. I'll be late for my Malate gig". After the usual police report and stuff, I rushed home and CHANGED CARS. Two hours after what could have been my last minutes on Earth, I was in another car rushing to Malate.
I finished the gig. Had a few drinks (well... coffee is a drink, right?) at my favorite hangout (The Blue Frog) and headed home. It was like nothing happened.
But when I saw the kids sleeping, I couldn't stop shaking. It dawned on me. I could have died without saying goodbye to them;
Without teaching Lulu her latest math lesson which I do every Saturday;
Without getting that "super duper flying embrace" from Gabbi when she wakes up;
Without saying a last thank you to my supportive brother;
Without taking Lulu to her Saturday class;
Without a proper last message to them to take care and how I love them;
Without giving away the last Gmail invites I have.
Things really work out in the weirdest way. Funny how a f*ck up could put things into perspective. Well, tonight, I went home first. Played with the kids. Listened to Lulu's disappointment on not getting an academic award. Shared Gabbi's excitement on getting one this Wednesday. Really relished the small things in life that I took for granted.
Man, what I didn't look forward to is the ribbing I got from the office when they found out.
Oh yeah, and that I'd be taking the cab for the next few weeks...
