My Foster Grants Saved Your Kids Life....

...and you didn't even know it.

While you had had your back turned and were squinting into the direction of the sun, my Foster Grants saved your kids life.

I was running a few minutes behind for work but I still did my pre-drive safety check before backing out of the parking spot.  While going through those steps I debated whether or not to switch out my bifocals with my prescription sunglasses with the polarized lenses.  I decided to do so for selfish reasons; the early morning South Florida sun hangs eye level as I drive east to the main road and it hurts my eyes and inevitably gives me a headache.

I'm glad I did because as I started to turn the corner; the bright yellow orange ball blasted through the windshield and I caught a glimpse of your son marching across my path in an imaginary parade while you had your back to him with one hand over your brow squinting into that same low hanging Florida sun at some future coming bus that will soon take him to day camp. That same camp that you will be praying for during the day that the counselor will not turn their back on your child while he is swimming.

So was it my Foster Grants that saved your Kids life, or the person behind them?  A question you will never know came up because I didn't blast my horn at you or your son, I left you with a peaceful morning and all was right with the world as you know it. You're welcome.

Ode to: Mein Lieber Braune Heliumballon

Ode to: Mein Lieber Braune Heliumballon

     I saved my new found friend from mass extermination. The celebration was over and the decorations had to come down. There was only one like it throughout the entire room, one brown balloon in a sea of yellows, reds, blues and greens.
     I took my special friend to my cubicle and placed it next to me. As I admired it, my heart started palpitating; my throat tightened; my body became warm and itchy. Could this be true love? Alas, no, tis not. Tis an anaphylactic reaction to its latex rich body.
     Fare thee well mein lieber braune heliumballon, fare thee well.

Life Would Be A Dream....

Life Would Be A Dream....

     I am a hashtag fanatic. I am constantly looking up hashtag trends to see if I can come up with a good answer. This one hits close to home.

     #Life Would Be Complete If I could Figure out where and how I fit in this world. I am like a puzzle piece wedged into the wrong spot.