Everything happens for a reason and I am a strong believer in the 'all things work together for good' mantra. That's how I got through the whole decommissioned ambulance debacle. And that's how I chose to get through the next hard thing that was thrown at us. My husband lost his job. Scott gave seventeen years of his life to a mental health facility for teenagers. A year ago, it amalgamated with Sick Kids in...
I was obsessed with the idea of that ambulance. It had seemed so serendipitous, reminiscing about those old make-out days then standing in the back of an ambulance, imagining being seventeen again... It was like we'd come full circle, twenty-one years later. What a story it would have made! So perfect, I was sure it would all work out. It's silly to get so caught up in an idea. God bless our eldest son who...
When Scott got his first apartment, he shared it with a dude who lied a lot — but there was one thing he told the truth about: his family had an old ambulance and they were going to let him drive it to pick up crappy furniture from the Value Village in Cambridge. Fun! Ambulances are not romantic. They are metal boxes. But when you're seventeen years old and a boy who's grown up enough...
