Good Enough

I’ve always loved a good movie or story about a strong female that can take care of herself. It’s nice when the male she is involved with rescue’s her, but if he’s getting pummeled by 7 ninja’s, I don’t want to see her standing to the side screaming.

I try to emulate these females in my own life. For instance; No Doubt Concert 1997, my little brother (who is not so small) got into a fight in the mosh pit with some military boy. Who was there to jump the guy from behind and gouge out his eyes thus preventing him from taking a swing at little bro? That’s right, yours truly.

Early last December, on a Thursday evening, Western Washington was hit with a gnarly wind storm. 60-80mph  winds swept through my little town. I thought my old house would blow apart. I thought a tree would come crashing through my children’s window and crush them in their beds. Too make matters worse Mr. Good was ill. I was scared because when he gets ill like he was on this night, he can’t keep anything down and we’ve had to take him to the hospital for dehydration. Not to mention the fact that I was fearing for our lives and I needed my husband to be coherent. 

I called my little sister, she lives less than a mile away. She was home alone, her husband was out of town. While describing my situation she mentioned she had some medicine that I could come and get, that would stop his nausea. I felt like the blind girl in ”The Village“. Ever seen that one? I love that movie. In the movie her one true love was stabbed, he was dying. He needed “medicines” from the town. No one had left the village before, and she had to brave the forest and the monsters that inhabited it to save her love. 

I put on my coat and headed out to my trusty steed…my minivan. Now by this time the town had lost all power. It was eerily quiet outside, and pitch black. Every once and awhile another huge gust of wind would sweep through the countryside.  I didn’t feel particulalry nervous about getting to my sister’s house. As I mentioned she lives less than a mile away, but as I approached the last turn to her house my way was barred by three evergreen trees that had fallen across the road. As I drove closer I saw that a power line was also under the trees. People were standing on the sidewalk watching me. I’m sure they thought I was crazy trying to drive around. But my husband NEEDED MEDICINES! FROM THE TOWN!

I was undeterred. I would get there if I had to walk, and I kicked myself for not brining a flashlight. To make a long story short I finally found my way through someones back yard, and scaled their retaining wall, digging a hole under their fence, while my sister handed me the medicines underneath it. We were in constant communication thanks to our cell phones. I think neither of us knew whether to laugh or cry at our predicament so we were laughing and screaming. I was so scared the homeowner I was behind would think I was a looter and come out and shoot me in the back with their shot gun. In all fairness I did knock on the door before proceeding through their backyard, although I didn’t knock very loudly…

In the end I did save him with my heroic deeds.

So last night, a little more than a year later, I awoke to the sounds of Mr.Good being violently ill again in the bathroom. I peeked in and his face was sheet white. He could barely stop between heaving to shake his head yes or no if a hospital visit was needed. Again I donned my jacket and mounted my steed heading towards my sister’s. Thank goodness she had ”medicines” and she answered her phone at 2 am in the morning. ”You can come get it. It’s in the fridge. I’ll be sleeping.”

I had to laugh. ”That’s usually what people do at 2 in the morning.” I said. When I came home my husband was so grateful. He looked surprised. Like I wouldn’t go to go to get him medicines from the village? He’s my one true love. So when he said “thanks” in his feeble voice, I had to laugh again. “Your welcome.” And that’s what a hero-ine does.    

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