I was fuming mad this afternoon…my husband was late in picking us up. If there’s one thing I hate most, it is waiting. I don’t have the patience for it. And we waited for him for thirty minutes. Me, my daughter and the three children that carpool with us. Said he got stuck in a meeting with a client, then it was traffic and then he had a hard time getting a ride. Of course to a brat like me, there’s just no valid excuse.

You see, my husband doesn’t trust me behind the wheel for a couple of weeks now since this vertigo thing kicked in but this particular afternoon, aside from letting us wait for thirty minutes, he was asking me to drive and come pick him up at this certain point. The whole time I was driving, I was sulking. So many wasted time i thought.

I think he saw my long face when he took the driver’s seat so he made a really good effort to explain and like any dutiful wife, I listened and let it pass. So we were driving our usual route, the same endless road we drive everyday when we had to stopped because nothing prepared us from what was there right in front of us…something just happened during the time that we were there safely in school waiting for my husband…a driver lost control of his car and crossed the opposite lane straight to the other cars…cars were total wrecks, beanpoles everywhere, blown up tires, broken glass, smears of blood. It was not a pretty sight. It happened 30 minutes before we arrive. It happened during the usual time we pass by that bend, that road, that spot everyday. My husband and i both looked at the same time at our passengers in the back seat…my daughter with her eyes wide in shock with what she just saw, 3 year old Fides sucking her 3 fingers fast asleep, 4 year old Maia snoring in her sleep and 7 year old Thea with her face half dazed with sleep…and at that moment, seeing them like that, we thought we had never seen such a beautiful sight….

I should be thankful for that persistent client that my husband had to meet up or that sudden traffic in southsuperhighway or that illusive ride that made it possible for my husband to be late. But i know it’s not really all that. I am and will forever be grateful to that big guy up there whose mighty hand was clearly at work a while ago, busily rearranging schedule and things just so my husband, our angels and I can go safely home…