Often I forget that the fact that I’m functioning pretty well doesn’t mean I myself am not traumatized, and that I’m not the only one.  I’ve pretty much abandoned many people I love, don’t call, don’t respond, even though I’m doing my best.  And I forget to forgive the crazy behavior of others, although I admire greatly the heroism I see all around me.  Here are some examples:  The other day Ezi was so excited showing me the new roof shades he got for his Tesla that he turned around at the traffic light and took his foot off the brake.   I know the car wasn’t supposed to move, but it did, and bumped into the car in front of us.  The other guy got out of his car, looked at the damage, came to the window where Ezi was stunned into silence, and shook his hand.  “We have worse things to worry about – there’s no damage.” Then he drove off. 

Ezi never makes mistakes. Ezi is never stunned, not even when he was informed that he was in advanced stage four lymphoma.  

He’s not the only one.  I’ve been too absorbed in a computer problem to go to sleep for weeks.  I’ve burned the dinner more than once.  and there’s a scrape on MY car I don’t know where it came from.