Did you ever wonder why you can get a huge scrape buffed out of a car that was sideswiped by another over-two ton-vehicle, but you cannot get a scratch removed from an eye glass lens?
I thought about the way that scratch found its way to my glasses…long, long ago (last summer) in a place far, far away (down the street I live on), I decided to leave a party to travel all the way (a quarter of a mile) down the mysterious and treacherous road (a main road in my town) to my expansive estate (ranch-styled house surrounded by vehicles).
At the deterrence of my ever-so-caring husband, I decided to walk, and not drive home since we were “so close!” I happily trodded my way across the grassy field in extremely-comfortable-outside heels. Thinking that I was happy that I had worn these black sole-carrying-light feet companions, I quickly became surprised at how dark it was!
The light from the outdoor soiree had been engulfed by the late hour. As I reached the edge of the grassy terrain, I stepped forward, unexpectedly dropping a few felt-like-they-were-miles inches. What a shock! When my first so-happy-I-wore-these-shoes wedge hit the earth again, I found it slightly lodged in a drainage grate. Oh my, it is dark! I thought again!
After wiggling my foot out of the grate, I decided that it was better to go forward than to return and admit to my not-always-but-often-right husband that I would take the car after all. I proudly stepped onto the asphalt, not able to see my feet through all of the inky blackness. I thrust myself forward, chin held high, not that anyone else could see it…let alone see me. Thank goodness my only friend, the beautiful moon, was peeking through the clouds. What was I thinking?
A few yards covered, bright lights shined upon me and completely blinded me. Now shocked that I couldn’t see anything at all, I quickly stopped walking, stepped into the grass and allowed the vehicle to pass. Good grief! I have to get home! After picking up my pace, looking like a fast-walker (Remember that phase in the 80s?), I covered a good portion of the trip home before another car blinded me once again. Returning to the road after sidestepping into the grass, I sincerely hoped this would be my last stretch home.
Not quite! A third ser of lights flashed into my eyes and I awkwardly hopped aside, stubbornly plodding ahead on the uneven earth, now dying to get home. So mad at myself for walking home and just wanting this trek-across-the-world (walk down the road) to end, I was detemined to continue, even if I had to navigate through this uneven and fluctuating side ditch like a mole searching for its nest. Before I knew it, BAM! I walked directly into a speed limit sign!
Shocked and dazed, I reached for my glasses, thinking they were broken, no. I checked my nose…no blood. My head…nothing but pain. The car sped closer and its lights shined upon my chest. I noticed something all over my dress. Reaching up to brush it off, I discovered it was rust. Ah, rust…from the sign…the SPEED limit sign…Was the Universe telling me to slow down? Or just giving me a good bonk on the noggin for being hardheaded? I started laughing at the thought of ‘hard-headed’ and the Forest Gump line, ‘Stubborn is as stubborn does,’ popped into my head.
I gingerly walked around the sign, carefully made it home and rushed to the mirror! Wow! A growing-by-the-second goose egg was forming on my forehead. That’d be a nice reminder for a while…
I sat in the eye doctor’s chair and my new prescription so that I could purchase new glasses. (Seeing past the large scrape the sign had left on my right lens had become quite troublesome to see the world clearly.) I continued to daydream about that never-ending walk, from a place far, far away, traveling all the way down the mysterious and treacherous road to my expansive estate.