Now & again, in the daily mayhem of this crazy world, something happens which makes you stop and think. About what’s really important in life. I call it ‘one of life’s little reminders’.

On Thursday, one of my workmates had quite a nasty crash, on way back to the yard. He’s okay, but was taken to hospital. We still don’t know the whole story, but he had an operation the next day. Hopefully that all went well and he will soon be back with us
Sorry will try n cut to the chase here:sign0023:
At the end of the shift, i realised that I’d left my phone in the van. that if my sons heard about the crash, they’d be calling, to make sure i was ok. But of course there’d be no answer. When i finally called, my eldest son told how he had driven past the scene just after the accident, and how shocked he and his g/f were by the state of the van, and also the amount of blood. They called to check i was ok. No answer. Then they called youngest son, and he and his girlfriend also started calling me. For the next hour, they were all trying to stay calm, but were getting more worried when i still didn’t answer.

I am calling this one of life’s little reminders, because recently my lifes been a whirlwind of work/sleep/stress, going nowhere fast. I was due this reminder.

The most precious things in the world to me (AFTER my choons 😉 lol)
are my sons. They are my world. They are what matters, above all else. I mean, what is important if its not them?. . . It’s NOT bloody work is it ffs, and its NOT money, or anything materialistic like that . And it definitely is NOT about whose fucking turn it might be to do the POXY dishes!!!!! :rant:

– When i saw all the missed calls n texts on my fone – i felt loved. i felt all warm and fluffy inside :love: Then the feeling changed to shame – that i’d thought they didnt care anymore. That’s a huge insult to them, really it is. We have had issues. Everyone does sometimes. But come on, the very second you think something’s happend to one of your own, well time just stops. u get that sick feeling in your gut, and all that stupid shit – it’s gone.

The moral of this story? Life is too short, count your blessings!

Just wanted to share this :love: thanks :group_hug