Last night I booked a spur of the moment red-eye ticket to NYC. (I am lining up meetings here this week; shout if you think we should catch up!) A few hours later, I was in the air.
In the cab to my much missed apartment from JFK, my phone rang. It was Karri, my best friend, ringing from Ohio. The moment I saw her name on my iPhone screen, my brain did a quick calculation: Karri had no idea I was in her time zone, she never calls me at 6am California time, and if she did it would not be good news.
“What’s wrong?” I said instead of “Hey, poopy pants!”
Karri’s voice sounded odd, like her breath was caught. “Isabella…”
Isabella is her one-year-old daughter. My whole body tensed.
“Isabella just called you!”
Karri was laughing, not crying. Isabella was fine. There was no emergency. (She felt awful when I told her where my mind had gone.)
It’s such a corny thing to say, but I’d never felt so grateful to have gotten something so wrong. Everybody I love is fine, healthy, here.
Hope 2010 is going just as well for you.
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