I received an e-mail the other day from a wonderful lady who had bought my book A Hairdresser’s Diary. She said wonderful things about it to me. If she could have seen my face she would have been able to see me blush. We all like to hear those kind words about our work. She ended her e-mail with a question. Why did I not elaborate on the part of the story about how the drunk driver took away my life as I knew it?
I thought for a couple of minutes before I wrote her back. I needed to think about my answer. I wanted to make it short and sweet. For my sake as well as hers. You see the more I think about that time of my life the more melancholy I get.
Finally I had the perfect answer. That uncaring person who chose to drive while drunk, who stole my careers and changed my life was not getting my permission to steal my soul as well. Every time I give him one more thought, that is one more minute of my life I GIVE TO HIM. He has already taken enough.
I also sent her this poem I wrote at that time.
Dear Lord, it’s time you take things over for me,
I’ve got too much to handle at this time,
The burdens of this life are full upon me,
And I find life’s mountain just too high to climb.
It’s not that I am shirking all my duties,
Or that I want to give them all to you,
It’s just that I have finally reached my limit,
And I know this is the only thing to do.
I need my time to be a wife and mother,
These things are more important to me now,
And once my mind is clear from other worries,
I know everything will be all right somehow.