My cell phone rang at the restaurant, but I answered it because it was from my dad. He hadn’t called me in at least six months.
“Hello, Laura, this is your father. Do you have Stacey’s phone number?”
I gave him my sister’s cell number. It matched the one he had. I also gave him Dan’s cell number just in case she didn’t answer hers. Her husband is much better about answering his phone than she is.
“Ok, thanks. Goodbye.”
That was it.
Two days later, after meditation class with Stacey:
“Dan lost his job.”
“Oh geez, I have been so worried about that happening. When did it happen?”
“Why? Did they go out of business?”
“No… he was fired.”
“Fired? Why would they fire him?”
“OSHA violation? How could he break any OSHA rules?”
“He worked on a hot machine.”
“Hot machine? What the… Oh, you said DAD was fired. I thought you said DAN was fired. I’ve been so worried about that web company he works for…”
“No, they’re doing great! Dan’s just fine. DAD got fired for not locking out a machine before working on it.”
“I guess I should have known. He called me out of the blue to ask for your number. He hadn’t called me for six months. He just asked for your number and said goodbye.”
“He wanted to go over his resume.”
“Yeah, I guess he would.”
Considering that he could have been killed or maimed, getting fired is a best case scenario for working on a hot machine. I can’t help him get a job. I can’t make him be more responsible. I can’t give him the logic facilities that he seems to be lacking. I can be grateful that his lack of common sense didn’t kill him, though. Thank you, Providence, for sparing my father.