“I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it—I want to have lived the width of it as well” ( Author)
I just happened to glance at my gas tank. The arrow was on E. E means empty. Oh, great! I was on the Atlantic City Expressway on my way home from the beach. I felt a sense of panic. I felt a halt to the good time I had this weekend. It’s all going to end in disaster. It will be as if it never was. Then, a familiar sense of protectiveness, a learned sense brought upon by constant assistance and guidance from caretakers throughout my life. Even when I did not want it and ran away from it, it was there. Overprotectiveness, concern straight out of the hands of love. Now, finally, I am left to my own devices and I am running on empty. There are days I would rather not be a grown-up. I look for my father. I see his face. I hear his voice. I am suddenly glad he is not here. Read more »