GIVE THANKS, YOU SAY?

I believe I have mentioned that my daughter and I chat on Messenger each morning at 5 AM. We did this even before I started working for the same company and, now that I do, because we all have a shared team software, I can see when she logs on or off the site. My daughter rarely misses a day, and if she is sick enough to not work, she lets me know.

So a couple of weeks ago, when she was 15 minutes late logging on and I had not yet had the ping on my cellphone telling me she has reached out, I sent her a message. “Slept in? A little late?”

There was no answer. I pinged her again…and again…and again. I knew she was driving in from her SO’s house, a 15 minute drive at the most, and she would have notified me if there was car trouble. Because she didn’t, an accident was the next thing that popped into my mother hen mind. She is NEVER this late.

I called. No answer. I was debating on whether I should jump in my own truck to go check things out when my phone rang. It was her, and she was calling back from the police station. The story she told me was scary!

She had been followed from the village where her SO lives right into the main town where her office is in her home. Now, even if it was 4:40 AM, it is possible that the driver behind her was heading to an early job too. However, she had a gut feeling that something was not right. Instead of going straight to her house, she went to a MacDonald’s restaurant. The driver followed. The MacDonald was closed, so she went a little further up the street and pulled into Tim Horton drive-through and picked up a coffee. The car stopped in the restaurant yard and waited. When she left, the car was behind her again. She dialed 911, and kept going until she reached the police station further along, where she entered the parking area in front of the building. The car stopped on the other side of the road and sat there idling. A police cruiser, having been warned by 911, pulled up next to her. She explained what was happening, so the officers made their way to the other vehicle to ask questions. It turned out the young man was on mescaline, and admitted that he didn’t know my daughter but that he couldn’t tell them why he was following her. He was arrested, first because of driving under the influence, then entered the station, a cop on each side of him, where a full inquiry would be made. My daughter’s voice was still shaking when she told me about it.

What could have happened? We don’t know, and don’t want to even imagine. I am happy she decided to follow her intuition and therefore avoid having to find out. It took a while for the mother hen heart to settle down from the scare.

And that was just one of the reasons I could be extra observant of this past Thanksgiving weekend, even if the family did not gather as usual. Thankful, and SMILING!!

Sharing it with you, folks!

LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC