I thought it might be nice to head into your weekend with a funny story. Yes, funny… but in some sense, a realistic reflection of the raw emotion (fear, in this case) we cope with every second of every day. Anyhow, it occurred at the tail end of a phone call with Sue. The same phone call where I told her about Ryan’s pupils reacting, just two days ago.
Granted, I am quite accustom to my wife not believing me. I guess this is what wives do (please, no comments calling me a sexist! Mainly because there’s a good chance I am.). Perhaps it’s more accurate to say she seems to always have some sort of underlying suspicion that I’m up to no good. I accept this. In fact, I kind of deserve it.
Anyhow, to get to my story.
Smartphones are a wonderful thing. Yes, you can see the name and number of who is calling. You can associate any ringtone that seems appropriate (Sue actually busted me on hers, but that’s another story). But the real feature is you can tag a photo to pop-up — filling the screen — when they call. Any picture you want! Obviously, I have fun with this. Probably more fun than I should. Well… ah…. definitely more fun than I should.
Where was I? Oh, right.
I tell Sue about Ryan’s pupils. After about ten minutes of convincing her that she did indeed hear me correctly and allowing her to stop crying in joy, she dutifully runs down her obligatory list of tasks she has assigned to me. I pretend to listen, but need to find something to change the topic. I blurt out the first thing I can think:
Ken: Aren’t you happy you were able to answer my call?
Sue: Yes. You scare me when you call.
Ken: Gee, thanks.
Sue: No! What I mean to say is your face scares me when it pops up on my phone.
Ken: You know, that doesn’t really make me feel any better.
Then we laughed. It was good to laugh. A fine one, indeed. Even if it were about our own fears. Although neither of us came right out and said it, we both knew her meaning. We live in constant fear that the next call will be bad news. I know what she goes through, because the first thought that runs through the mind is “what’s wrong?”.