I just got back from three grueling weeks on the road. Business travel became really tough for me after Lane died. So I have limited these types of trips. But this one was unavoidable.
Anyway the work was good and the client team was great. I even got to spend a weekend visiting my daughter and grandson in New York. Then on the day before I was supposed to come home I got food poisoning and my back went out. I spent the night in my hotel room moaning, groaning and completely miserable.
But some kind of amazing things happened that night. I got texts from my worried clients every couple of hours. I never met these people before this trip and their concern really made me feel good. My next-door neighbor called that night because he was worried about me when he saw the junk mail piling up on my porch. He called to check that I was okay. And, my niece Leslie, who is my rock checked out area hospitals just in case I needed to get to an emergency room.
I managed to get home the next day and although I’m not quite 100% I will live. I learned something on this trip. Sometimes people do care more than I think. It felt nice to know that I had support and others were looking out for me. Since Lane died I have struggled with the feeling that nobody cares what happens to me. Maybe I was wrong.