Perspective

Sunday afternoon, my husband was late.

I had spent a bunch of the afternoon fixing up a barbecue. Ribs, baked beans, coleslaw, and lemon bars.

He called to let me know what was going on.

There had been an accident that closed the road he was on. There was a helicopter parked in the middle of it. Life Flight.

Motorcycle vs car.

Suddenly, it didn't matter so much that he was late.