Just when you think your load is too much, you are thrown another issue and shown you will survive. I guess it goes to show, we are all stronger then we think. With resources that remain untapped until we need them.

I knew yesterday was going to be a full day. I didn't plan for any "me" time. Of course, I haven't seen "me" time in a long time. But that is besides the point.

I worked the morning, until about 11:45 and then headed out to my training session - you know that is probably "me" time. Funny I don't see it as "me" time, probably because of the intense torture that is inflicted on me.

After, my strength training, I hurried back for lunch - because I am not wasting money or calories to eat out. Shower, which of course I need after being pushed to my limits. Then headed to the store. Since we are not closing, there were some things I wanted to do to keep it running smoothly through the weekend.

As I began my work, with the safes and change machine open and everything all over my work desk, my phone rang. I just assumed it would be a kid checking in, I wasn't prepared for what it was.

I answered only to hear my daughter in tears. She had just been in a car accident. I was in a panic to get to her, assuming this was bad from her volume of distress, but knowing she was alive - because I got the call from her. Yet, I don't think I realized the gratefulness of this, when the fear was slamming down on me and I hear her say she needs me.

In a flash, I threw everything in the safe and locked up and ran to my car.

Let me just stop here and say, I have been in accidents. Little kiss bumps where the car doesn't stop behind me and we both head off with no foul. I had a young kid, run his Monte Carlo into the back of my Suburban, in Chicago - on a trip visiting my dying grandmother. His car was pretty messed up, my truck was like nothing happened. My worse accident was after my divorce, when I was leaving work in Oak Brook and a gal pulled out in front of me and stopped. I t-boned her. This was my 1st real accident and I was 28. What I am saying is I have felt the pangs of anxiety that come from these things, but they do not even come close to the violent panics you feel when it is your baby.

My whole ride to the site of the accident, I am cursing my hubby for helping her to buy that "death trap" (Camaro). It's a wonder we stay happily married when I hold such resentments :-).

Let me make this terribly long story shorter - Daughter is fine. A bit shaken, but fine. The young man who backed into her, is fine. So, this is good. As I tried to explain to my mascara running down her face, little girl. Yet, can we ever truly explain that it could have been worse?

The boy admitted his fault and it is on a police report. He too was bit in shock from the event, but I tried to help him as well, since his parents weren't called in. I was very impressed with his mature attitude and full acceptance of the events and his sincere apologies to my daughter. I know she wouldn't like this type of guy, but this is the type I wish my daughters would find and marry - that's a whole other issue. :-)

My daughters car, her in perfect condition older model Camaro, was not so lucky. All she is thinking is "my car" in a painful moan. I did my best to assure her, that it is only a car. Of course, I don't think she cared much of my assurances. This being the one side effect of reality when a child earns and pays for their own car. True ownership. Had I bought the car, I could just see her shrugging and asking for another.

I'm just hoping for a quieter day today. And also let me say, the police officer who was called in, was excellent! He helped both kids and was calm and helped me make the kids laugh a bit. You don't find officers like this in the city. Another reason I love my little town. The police officer, did his job, but did it like a family member would. It really helps when the bad things happen to have a friend there.