Do you ever have one of those weeks where everything seems to go wrong and everyone is out to get you?
Yeah?
Me too.
Talk about frustrating.
This week was a bad one for me in particular...
Rude customers at Target (don't tell me you work in retail and then be a total jerk to me, if anything you should know what I have to put up with...), bad headaches, a missed Mariner's game after a parking lot fiasco, some tears, and a broken laptop later I thought it couldn't get any worse.
Well it did.
I went with my family to go see Toy Story 3 tonight. On our way to the theater we witnessed a poor little duck get hit by a car. Talk about traumatizing. We were sitting in one of the turn lanes unsure of what to do. The poor little guy was struggling trying to turn back over while his brothers and sisters were contemplating their own crossing of the busy street. We decided to pull in front of the hurt duck so no one else could hit it and then one of the other cars waiting at the light honked their horn to make sure everyone else stopped so the other young ducks could cross safely.
While the little family crossed the street, in reaction to our urgings, Ryan jumped out of the van and ran over and picked the injured duck up and put him on the sidewalk out of harms way. To my dismay though the little guy wasn't moving much and tucked his head close into his body. We were all upset in the car thinking the worst. That poor little guy wasn't going to make it. Sadly the light turned green and we had to drive on to the movie.
On a brighter note, the movie was awesome. We all really enjoyed it, but as we headed for home the duck returned to our thoughts and we planned to stop and check on him and help him if needed or at least move him to safer/softer ground nearby. As we prepared to pull over, we all looked and the duck wasn't there...
Now I don't know what happened to him, and maybe it was the movie that put me in a better mood, but I am choosing to believe that he was just stunned, recovered quickly, and is alive and well playing with his family in a pond nearby.
We all chose to believe this scenario. It cheered us up to think of him being safe and uninjured. We were even able to joke some on the way home of how we could help future ducks safely cross busy roads (this conversation then led to other things and ended by talking about kidney stones, I know my family is weird.)
So that is how I am going to end this terrible week, with a good heart-warming movie and dreams of a happy, healthy little duck swimming in a pond with his family.
Who knew a duck rescue could brighten my day?
I am so proud of my brother for jumping out to save that duck. Not many people would have done that.
I hope your week was better than mine and I hope that if you ever see a duck in need, you'll jump out and rescue him just like my brother did...
So here's to better weeks ahead.
And can I just say, I have one awesome family.
Quack.
