Then I was going to talk about how great it was having my sister Ali here for a visit. How the kids were having a ball, that the sun was shining, and we planned on grilling steaks and asparagus for dinner. But then she left to go pick up her boyfriend at the train station, and ten minutes later I got a phone call from a Fireman saying that she had been in a car accident and that I had to go to the Emergency Room.
I'm good about staying in the moment about things, I appreciate my family, friends, and home. But moments like that, when something can change in one single second, puts things into even brighter perspective.
Ali is my baby sister. She's okay, aside from a broken hand, nasty bruises, and a couple of cuts. Mike went to the scene of the accident and he saw her car (which Ali gave the name "Penny Lane" to), and it's totaled. Apparently she is very lucky, things could have easily been much worse.
When we were leaving the ER, I went to get the car, and I realized the ignition key was missing. I called Mike, and I started bugging out, and got all annoyed until I opened the car door, looked down, and saw it just sitting there on the ground. I must not have noticed that it had fallen off the keychain.
When Ali and her boyfriend got in the car, I told them about the key, and I was still annoyed. Then I realized Ali was sitting next to me in the car, no longer in the ER, and I realized how was lucky I was to be driving her back home.