My life is weird. Have I ever mentioned that?
The latest example of that weirdness occurred while I was out running Saturday morning. Now, as you may recall, we had a snow day on Friday, not because of a lot of snow but because of a lot of rain & slush on the roads. Most of the slush had been removed by Saturday morning, and that which hadn't had frozen, making certain parts of certain streets quite slippery. I found that out when I was running down Magnetic by the old hospital site and almost lost my footing. Luckily, I was able to upright myself before a car headed my way got to me.
And that's when I once again discovered that my life is weird.
As that car got closer, it slowed down until it got right next to me, when the driver—an older gentleman—rolled down the window and said, and I'm quoting here, “make sure you take care of yourself. You're too important to the UP to get hurt”. And with that, he rolled up his window and drove off. And with that, I continued running, taking care not to injure myself.
The whole experience was slightly surreal, although it IS nice to have complete strangers looking out for my well being. But me...too important to the UP to get hurt? Did the gentleman mistake me for someone, you know, noteworthy and vital to the continued existence of the peninsula as we know it? He does know I'm actually just a dork with a propensity for showing up in the media, right?
An occasional nuisance, yes. Important? Well, that's up for debate.
But it's something like that that makes me realize that I'm not joking when I joke that “my life is weird”. It also makes me wonder how and when all this happened. I have no idea when it started or how it started; I just know that increasingly over the past few years, things like this have occurred more and more. And I don't mean to sound like I don't appreciate it; in fact, I'm touched that people take actions or say things like the gentleman did on Saturday.
But really? Me??
I know; there's nothing I can do about it, and if people feel that way about me, I'm one insanely lucky dude. We live in a world full of hate these days, and to have people actually treat me with fondness and respect means that I've apparently done something right. I have no idea what, but it sure beats what people COULD be doing or saying to me.
So while my life IS weird (and we all know it is), it sure beats the alternative. So yes, fine sir who stopped next to me on Magnetic Street Saturday morning, when I'm out running the next few months I will take care not to hurt myself.
Apparently, I'm a little too important for that.
8-)
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