Last week I wrote about a stand falling on a Ferrari Testarosa during a photoshoot.
It took its toll on me. After it happened, I was shaking. If there’s one thing my parents taught me it’s to respect other people’s property. If there’s one thing my dad taught me it’s to respect cars.
When we were growing up, my brother and I would scream from the backseat to take us by car dealerships … My dad would drive us to see Ferraris and Porsches and Lamborghinis and Rolls Royces.
We could look so long as we didn’t touch.
When the stand went down on the Ferrari, I had disrespected my sacred oath to the universe to mind other people’s property AND other people’s cars.
And I shook from the disappointment, the failure, the shame, the embarrassment.
The act of admitting my failure to the owner of the car, calling him directly, and beginning the process of repairing the vehicle was heart-wrenching.
Later that day, after I met with the owner face to face, after my heart was pumping so much fear-induced blood … I glanced at Facebook. I saw that a friend’s longtime partner was hit by a car a day earlier and she was in the hospital.
I immediately called. He explained that on her way to work, she was crossing a road and a woman turning left at a light in an SUV didn’t see her and rammed right into her. She broke bones, ribs, cracks in her pelvis. She may need tons of surgery, and months if not years to recover. Her pain levels were the highest decibel screams you’ve ever heard.
A flood of realization hit me. I damaged a fucking car. My friend’s girlfriend was almost killed by a goddamn motorist. I have my health. I can walk. I can still go to the bathroom without a thought. These things can happen instantaneously. And they do.
So I decided to get my head out of my ass about the Ferrari.
We all have things happen to us in life. It’s so fucking unfair. A friend and her husband recently went full term with their baby, delivered it, and it died within hours of delivery.
Damaging a fucking Ferrari is nothing.
Seventeen families and friends and teachers and students recently heard about their loved ones, many of them kids (kids!), dying, shot dead, murdered by an asshole with a gun and a mental issue …
And a stand going down on a Ferrari fades into a level of “who cares?”
Not that I want to invite something awful to happen to me, or Tina, or anybody. But often times perspective is necessary when staring at your “woe is me” attitude.
Perspective is key. It’s humbling. It’s honest.
Above pic: Therapy dogs waiting for Parkland students