After playing tennis tonight, I thought about a phone call I got from Mom almost three years ago when I was playing tennis on the indoor courts at the college. Mom told me that her test results were favorable, and I remember jumping up and down (not quite over the net), but being very ecstatic. My tennis ladies were so happy for me.
People remember where they were when they learned of traumatic events. I was working at Strait Music Company in Austin, TX when the space shuttle Challenger blew up. Standing in the amp room, I watched the explosion over and over and over. I watched the attack on the Twin Towers on a television that was set up by the college gymnasium. I had a really stiff neck then and had gone over to the athletic area to get some ice. When Mom first told me that she had lung cancer over three years ago, I was standing in WalMart. I had a pair of black, sling-back pumps in my hand that I was going to buy, but after talking to Mom on the phone, I put them back, walked out of the store, went to my car, and cried.
When I got the good news that night playing tennis, I went back to WalMart and bought those pumps.
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