One Slip And The World Changes
Dad and I order two cups of coffee, his small, mine large. He tells me that one day my metabolism wonâ€™t work quite so efficiently and that my body might not appreciate all that caffeine I am injecting into it. I laugh and tell him that â€œI hope I die before I get old.â€ He nods his head. I donâ€™t know if he gets the reference, music isnâ€™t his thing.
For a few minutes we talk about my new job and I tell him that I miss having vacations. He laughs and tells me that I better get used to it, college is over. We talk about this and that and he mentions that he wants to take mom on a trip to Europe, says that as soon as my sisters are out of the house theyâ€™ll start traveling.
I nod my head and excuse myself to hit the john.
Dad makes a crack about me aging before his eyes, not even a full cup of Joe and I am running to the bathroom. I am only in there a minute but it is one that will haunt me forever.
When I come back out I see a man pointing a gun at dad. Stringy hair, dirty jacket and torn cargo pants with a gun. His back is to me. Dad never looks away from the man, but I know he knows I am there.
Dad is seated and I am worried about what might happen. I canâ€™t stand still. Two quick steps and Iâ€™m airborne. I slam into him and we hit the ground.
Twenty some years later Iâ€™m seated in the same donut shop, except this time I am in uniform. The kid I am training is in the same john I was in the day of. One day I might tell him why donuts make me cranky, but not today. He hasnâ€™t earned the right to know.
One moment in time changed everything for me and nothing will ever be the same.
That is a short excerpt from this piece here.
One of my ongoing goals is to continue to work on becoming a better writer. One of the ways I am trying to do so is to continue to write about different topics and to use different voices.
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