Your three words, my little story
Mark’s words: patients, powerful & safe
Note: please google the word patients, before you tell me I used it wrong. Thanks
Mark’s PATIENTS was wearing thin, but he wasn’t giving up. He told her over and over again, “I’ll drive, I promise you’ll be SAFE and he’ll love you. How can he not, you’re his mom.” She wouldn’t listen though, because she was so afraid, and she felt he would hate her not love her.
Two days ago she found out he lived in a small town called Sloan. A good days ride, but most of it would be a harmless ride in the country. The closest bus stop was at Wilson, so car it was.
She rides only in big POWERFUL buses or trains. Her main transportation around town is her bicycle, she feels safest on two or six wheels, anything but four.
Mark said’ “I won’t leave your side for a moment.”
With tears in her eyes she replied, “But I’m afraid! And also what if he doesn’t want to see me.”
“I know, but this is something you should, no you have to do. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
“Ok, maybe Saturday morning. Can you set it up for me?”
Seven years ago her husband was driving, after she went into labor and he died instantly on impact. Three weeks later she awoke from a coma to find out she safely had her baby boy.
She then put her son up for adoption and hasn’t rode in a car since. She lives in fear and shame everyday.