My nanny had her hands full with my two boys, Nico was at age 5 years young, and Carlos was almost 8 years young. She was dealing with them when Connie, my wife, got home from work. She was surprised but plowed into getting Carlos ready for his violin recital at his middle school and did not ask me many questions about why I was home. That was great because I didn’t want to focus on myself. It was Carlos’ night!

We all decided to drive separately: our nanny and Nico, Connie and Carlos, and me and the video camera to capture Carlos and many other students who were also performing at the concert. With three vehicles we had to be early to get a parking spot. I got my seat on the floor level and in the front so I could get some great video coverage.

The concert was outstanding. With it over, we said goodbye to our nanny. Amidst all the people congratulating students and seeing and talking to others that they knew, Connie decided she would take the boys to get an ice cream cone. I was tired and said I would go home. On the way home, I decided to stop at the local library and get some DVDs (that was SO long ago). I didn’t tell Connie because I figured I would be home before her.

When I didn’t realize it had taken me longer than I thought. She had beat me home and she called me on my cellphone. She asked me a simple and logical question: where was I? When I attempted to answer, I realized that I had a problem. I could say the words that I wanted to say in my mind, but my muscles wouldn’t cooperate. I could not make any words come out of my mouth. 

My wife is a very successful advertising career as a producer. She immediately shifted into putting on her producer hat. She sensed I could not answer the question that she had asked me. She started to “play” 20 Questions. 

She asked if I was at the grocery store. Thank goodness I could say so yes and no. I said “no” to her question if I was at the grocery store. She continued to ask me questions where I was. Was I at the drug store? Was I at the pizza joint? Was I getting a coffee? She asked her questions continuing through the logical places. Was I at the library? ”Yes,” I said excitedly. I was happy that I had communicated a vital piece of information to her. 

She sighed a sense of relief. She said I should come home and we would figure what happened together. I was 50 years young and I was in great condition. We would find that it was an event that had happened to me that we never figured in a million years.

To be continued in a later blog. Please leave your comments!


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