So the other day I had court downtown. I was so anxious that I paid no attention to where I was parking. I walked off into an alley and came out the other side across the street from the court house. I walked out from court on the "other wrong sided" of the building with my Atty talking and not paying attention. All dressed up with 2" heal boots on to most this would mean nothing but for us with chronic back pain you know why I mention this. I was LOST for 2.5hrs I walked around in pain, in tears, not knowing if I was coming or going. My phone battery was dead/dying, I had locked my purse in the trunk, as to not have to carry it 'again a CP issue". I was at my end! 2 - hours and I could not take another step, i could not keep it together, I was bawling, stressed, in pain, embarrassed, just felt like a total looser that was going to die if I couldn't find my car. I had nothing and no way of getting any help. I had asked a few on the street but because of my crying and whinny voice they probably thought I was a crack head and were afraid of me because they just shook heads and walked away. So the reason I am telling you all of this...
A wonderful story and it reminds me of a saying by Kahill Gabran called 'A tear and a smile'.