DRIVING HOME

I climbed in my truck and boy did it hurt. I just sat there for a few minutes resting my body and trying to build up enough nerve to start the motor. My truck was a stick shift which meant I had to shift a clutch. I really wasn't looking for ward to that. I tightened my nerves and stretched forward to turn the key and I have never felt so much pain in all my life. It ran from the small of my back down both legs. It was like a million, billion red hot needles poking me at the same time. I had to be tough. I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot and on to the side road. I drove down 14Th street because there were fewer stop lights. it was a straight line to G street. There would be four signal lights on 14Th and six on G street. I tried to adjust my driving speed according to the lights. I was not very good at it because I hit nine out of ten. I was hurting so bad I began to sweat and by the time I was turning off G street my lower back and legs were shaking out of control. It was like they were in control of me. I turned off G onto Bear Creek and I told myself it was time to pull over and just cry. The way I was feeling if a car jacker would of tried to take my truck they could of just shot me and get me out of my misery. I did finally make it home. I pulled up into the drive way and boy did it ever feel good to stand up. I was still in pain but it was a different kind of pain. It's kind of when you try to hit a nail with a hammer and you hit your finger instead and then you try to hit the nail again and you hit another finger. They both hurt but in a different way. I made my way to the front door and as I opened it I was greated by my three sons. Each trying to get in closer for a big hug. As they reached and grabbed at me to get a hug it hurt, boy did it hurt, but it also felt really, really good too. There is nothing greater in this world that having your child wrap their arms around you and saying they love you and missed you. Children can heal all wounds.