Sunday, September 5, 2010
The time it takes to accelerate from 0 to 60 mph is a commonly used performance measure for automotive acceleration.
0-60 in 5 seconds.
No, it's not a new car.
No, it is not a new turbo engine.
It didn't take a mechanical engineer to design this.
It's not something that was tested on the road.
I had a great day. In fact yesterday was as well. I had visitors both days. We cooked, we ate, we laughed, and we shared stories. Most of my guests left this early evening. My cousin and I enjoyed a movie on television, then said goodnight. I came up to my bedroom and decided to enjoy a nice warm shower. I shaved off the weekends growth from my face. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I felt good. I came back into my room, sat in my chair, and thought, I feel good. I'm okay. Then without warning it started pouring.
In the time it took for the thought to register that seven days from now will be that night, that night before, probably 5 seconds, I sank.
It is scary to realize how fast the human body can react to the realization of something so powerful, something so painful, that in 5 seconds flat you can go from 0-60.
One minute you are sighing with contentment, and within seconds you are brought to your knees.
It keeps happening. I find my breath, and then it's back. This extreme sorrow. This painful realization. I am brought to tears, sobbing uncontrollably all over again, trying with all my might not to cry out loud and wake up, or alarm, the kids. Oh how I wish I could just disappear for the next week.
Oh how I wish I could just disappear.