Scared | Road Rage

It is times like these, that make me scared. We were travelling in our big van, going to get me a snack after running my 29 km run this morning. I ran for 3 hours and I was really hungry. So, Cliff was driving, and a big black van was really tailgating us. So, Cliff tried to switch lanes, he was closer. He motioned for the guy to move over, take the lane. He got closer. Cliff was swerving, to the left, to the right. Road rage. It was scary. Guy pulled over, on another street. We kept driving, heading to get some gas before treats. Van follows us into the Safeway parking lot. I yelled at Cliff get in the van! he is here!! He was looking for our van. And us driving a big passenger van, really makes us stand out! So, quickly, without gas off we go. Low tank of gas. Very low. Another reason to keep your tank full. We drove, to stay away. He turned, we turned the other way. We started to get a little scared. I had my cell phone in hand (another good reason for a cell phone) ready to dial 911. I was feeling threatened, and we were all getting scared. All of my most precious cargo on board. My family.

We kept driving. We took the back route back home. And as we headed towards the RCMP shop, there was the black van. In the round about. Cliff got a good look at him, but not the license plate. I couldn't read it either. It pays to pay attention. We went straight, right up the road to the RCMP. Black van went straight through the round about. We parked there looking. Wondering. It was over (so it seemed)

Most likely a misunderstanding? Cliff was doing nothing wrong. We were driving, Cliff tried to move the van out of the way. That is all. Man in van, takes it the wrong way? Was he trying to harm us? Scare us? Just nothing? I am not sure. All I know is that I felt that we were in danger. So did we all really. My Momma powers kicked in. I was scared, and strong. Thankfully nothing. Danger? Possible danger averted? Hands shaking. Legs quivering.

Kids all scared. We calmed them down. Cliff calmed me down. He peeled me off of the roof so to speak. All I know, is that we handled it the best way we could today. And when we reached to safety and comfort of home. We hugged, and I handed out hugs to my family. I told my kids I loved them. Extra hugs, and reassurance for the kids who now fear black vans. (And me too really) You just never know. 

Especially here in BC. Shootings everywhere, almost every day. Not like the days when I grew up. Yesterday in the city, another fatality. The same city we drove through today.

Moral of this story: I take nothing for granted.

Today, taught me that only my family is important, and every day is a gift. You never know when that might change.

So seriously, go hug your family.