Two weeks ago I heaved by purse on the floor next to my desk and sat down in my chair as I do every Monday through Friday. Only, this day was different. I looked at my docking station and noticed my laptop wasn’t there. To my dismay I had completely forgotten my laptop at home. To make matters worse, I was dropped off at work so I had no way of driving the 30 mile commute back home to get my job, my life, my oxygen. I panicked and called Kat Daddy. He didn’t pick up. I called him again. He didn’t pick up. I called him again. Still no answer. I fumbled through my phone for his work number. I called his desk. Again, no answer. I was nearly at the point of tears. I thought to go to IT for a loaner computer, but realized I had a report saved to my hard drive that I needed that day. I remembered I had a roommate (my sister) who might possibly be home. So I took my chances at 8:30 AM and gave her a ring. The angels sang, my sister picked up. And she had no where to be. So I pleaded and begged for her to pleaaassssseee bring me my laptop. Without hesitation, she jumped in the car and brought it to me. Oh, what a nice sister she is.
I was able breathe once again.
Amen.
