2010. When I look back at the year 2010..I will always remember this..
:yup: those are goats. And not just any goats. The mini goats from Concord Farm Road.
2010 held bigger changes for me than I could have ever imagined. Through out the past twelve months, my life has changed in every way possible. I have a different job, vehicle, boyfriend and most importantly, I have a new outlook on life as a whole. During my lunch break on a Monday afternoon, my life changed.
It was a typical Monday. The standard "Sorry its Monday" Bojangles's Chicken biscuits had arrived. The tear-down of that weeks race car was under way. Everyone of us was moody and pissed of at the world. We were in our typical "busy work" mode just trying to make it to lunch break. When lunch finally rolled around I decided I needed to go get food for the little man, not the little man working in our paint shop but my little man, Watson. As I made my way out of the shop door, I considered taking him with me, like most four legged friends, Watson likes Petsmart. Due to the effects of the Bojangles's biscuits, I opted to not exert myself any more than necessary by walking all the way back to my office to go get him.
On my return to the race shop, I made a poor judgement and found myself in a whirlwind of trouble. I was t-boned by a Chevy Z71 pick-up truck which catapulted my Tacoma into the air. As I have said numerous times before, I am no stranger to flipping a vehicle. It happened all too often in my racing career. This time was different tho, as I saw the truck about to collide with mine I remember taking a deep breath. Everything became slow motion and my senses were sharper than a knife. The smell of fresh cut grass and rubber filled my nose. The sound of the wind rushing by my window was louder than the crunch of sheet metal and shattering glass. I braced myself and remember thinking :dont hit your head, dont hit your head: After flipping three times I landed in Mini Goat Land. Everything was silent, except for the goats.
I was livid. :Ahhh my beautiful truck! Dammit Dammit Dammit: As I climbed out of my truck I was greeted by several crew members from a nearby race shop. They knew me and my truck and were obviously shaken. I myself was too angry to be scared. I remember blowing them off as they tried to convince me that I was in shock. I was in shock, I was in shock that I had just wrecked my effing truck.
As I waited for the Harrys to arrive to help me load up my now waded up truck I began to look for my belongings. Everthing that was inside of my truck was now scattered throughout Mini Goat Land. Floor mats, dog food, cds, everything. The goats began playing a game of "Finders Keepers" with my wallet. As I shewed them away it began to sink in what had just happened. I flipped my truck and now I am about to robbed by goats.
In my lifetime, have had many close calls. If that day was my D-Day I will never really know but I am whole-heartedly grateful for two things..
First, seat belts. Everything was gone except for me. I have survived many flips but I am unaware if I am as successful at flying.
Second, Bojangle's Chicken Biscuits. I have no doubt that the effects of eating two Bojangle's Biscuits can be accredited to my laziness that kept me from bringing Watson with me that day.
I have an invisible hour glass looming over top of my head. I have no clue how much sand is in it. I live my life never really worrying about sand. But what I have begun worrying about is how much sand is left in everyone else's hour glass. I could have lost Watson that day. I didn't. We dodged a big one. I hope that I always feel as lucky as I did on March 22, 2010. Every day is a blessing.