Oh, my. There have been so many frightening moments over the last 18 years. From the first time my son was arrested, beaten up, homeless, hep c, drug neighborhoods, to the accident now 30 days ago and still in hospital.
I think when my son was hallucinating last week after surgery and thought everyone wanted to kill him was way up there. I didn't know if he would "come out of it" or not. And when he swung at me with his casts, and tried to bite and scratch me, I went numb. He believed I had been brainwashed by the ones trying to kill him.
Thankfully, he is over that and has apologized to me several times. I know he would never physically hurt me on purpose, but that was so scary to witness.
I like the saying, "Courage is fear that has said its prayers." I guess I don't say them nearly enough because I find myself without courage too often. But it's something to think about.
Washbe