I have stared into the gaping, drooly maw of death.
I have teetered on the brink of imminent demise. Now every day is a
gift. I take time to smell the cappuccino. I live in the moment,
not worrying about tomorrow because yesterday, I tried to teach my
ADD daughter how to drive.
I prepared myself for this ordeal like any pragmatic
father of a girl who can't pay attention to an entire commercial: I
dialed 91- on my cell; I hugged my wife and told her where to send
a search team; I made an ice-cold dirty martini.
I didn't want her to drive. This is a girl who can get
distracted while tying her shoes. Letting her pilot a 5,000-pound
hurtling tank of flammable gas through our neighborhood strikes me
as unpragmatic. It makes me wish we were Amish.
For the sake of other parents in this predicament, some
pieces of advice:
These are just a few ideas, of course. I'd give more but
my nerves are shot, and I'm still in the middle of calling close
relatives and letting them know I'm alive.
Christopher Garlington is a
Chicago dad and the author of the deathbychildren.com
Christopher lives in Chicago with his wife and kids and can also be found at deathbychildren.com.
See more of Christopher's stories here.
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