Posted by Exile on August 25, 2007
I got one of those phone calls yesterday. You know the ones I mean. Someone rings you up out of the blue and gives you the news that you never wanted to hear. And on hearing it, you feel the world close in around you and everything else gets blacked out for a few seconds.
“Hi “exile”, it’s (my daughter’s mother, the ex.) It’s about our daughter, she was hit by a car today….”
At that point, you don’t hear much else. The world goes into slow-mo and you can’t breathe. Your heart literally stops. At least, mine did.
It turns out, she is going to be OK. Her bike is a crumpled heap and she took a trip over the bonnet of the car, landing on the asphalt beside it. Bruised, but thankfully not broken, she is going to be OK.
There must be a little bit of me in her somewhere. I spoke to her on the phone today. “I’m OK dad”, she said, “just a bit sore down my side and a bit bruised. I reckon I got off lightly. I have to take it easy for a couple of days but I’m OK.” She even managed a laugh on the phone. Brave girl. She laughed, I cried.
She shrugged it off. I nearly collapsed in fear for her life.
Strange what fatherhood can do to you.