The Worst Message Ever

So apparently my mom called me yesterday and left a voicemail. I didn't notice it until this morning, but decided not to check it until my classes were done. I cannot express my graditude that I did not. I had a Japanese test, and had I checked it this morning, I would most definately not been able to concentrate on studying or taking the test. Silly as it sounds, I was, and still am, distressed enough as it is.

What could have gotten me so upset? "I might not be able to come pick you up Sunday, because I crushed my car." WHAT??!!!! No, I was not upset about the fact that I might not be able to wash my clothes for free this week (though normally that would be distressing). I hadn't the slightest idea what was happening, and after several unanswered phone calls home, I was really starting to panic. She had said absolutely nothing about if anyone was hurt or not, and now, no one was answering the phone. It was scary. Even though my mom had called, that didn't mean that she was alright. Accident victims often go into shock, and she could have been injured without realizing it, though I imagine it would not be a serious injury.

So I spent about three hours this afternoon trying to call home. I have two sisters and three brothers at home, any one of which could have been in the car with her. I was so frantic that I called out from work, because there is no way I could do what I do if I was that emotionally imbalanced. Finally, I plopped down and started mindlessly watching TV.

Then, my phone rang. Such a wide range of emotions rose up within me when I recognized the number. I answered it in our floor's kitchen, and I must have looked positively awful, because my RA asked me if I was alright and started rubbing my back. I even started crying at some point in the conversation with my mom.

Everyone is fine. When she was hit, she was alone in the car. However, the entire passenger side was completely smashed in, and the back window blew out. Only about five minutes before, my mom had my little sister and several of her friends in the car--she was giving rides to a church softball game. Someone was watching out for those girls, I assure you. The car probably isn't salvageble, but that's the least of our worries right now.

So, I'm feeling quite tired from my surge of emotions. I think I'll go to sleep right now . . . or maybe actually do my homework for my class tommorrow.

Moral of the story: Don't leave cryptic messages.