The other night, my brother called with bad news. My mom, who had just gone through her last rounds of Cancer treatment, had slipped and broken two bones in her ankle.
I imagine this is just me, but every time the phone rings, I often find my brain filling up with dread. "What is wrong now?", I can't help but feeling. I think this feeling is creeping up more often, because of work. At work, every phone call I get is bad news. A phone call means that something is wrong or broken and needs immediate attention.
I think the only way to combat this feeling is to get in touch with my friends and family more often. That way, the probability that any random phone call is bad news becomes smaller and smaller.
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