... sounds like lots of fun, huh?! Well, typically it is. Unless of course they ask to listen to Pontoon again. I start to get a little aggravated after the 1857454th time.
Now, imagine our seemingly fun and interesting ride home turning into being behind one of these -
You, being my passenger, continue singing along and keep catching glances of two beautiful little girls laughing and singing in the back seat. Seeing an ambulance probably wouldn't change a thing about your ride home.
Now, I want you to imagine that you're in my shoes for a little bit.
Imagine being behind an ambulance for over half of your hour drive home AFTER you've buried your child.
Imagine being behind an ambulance for over half of your hour drive home AFTER knowing your child took his last breaths behind those very doors that you find yourself staring at.
Imagine being so consumed by anxiety that you almost have to pull off the road just to catch your breath.
Imagine the relief you feel when the ambulance finally turns left and you're going right. In that very instant, you realize that you really had been holding your breath that whole time.
All because an ambulance - who wasn't rushing to an emergency or transporting anybody anywhere - got in front of you.
This is just one of the millions of feelings I have to live through each and every single day. Something as simple as an ambulance knocked the breath out of me.
You don't even want to know what an ambulance rushing to an emergency does to me...