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I was talking to my son while we were driving to church today. I mentioned how difficult it is now to get parking. There is so much construction on the streets near the church. The parking lot I used for years was suddenly torn down without any warning. I parked there the week before. There were no signs, no evidence that that would be my last time. I was annoyed but more disappointed. It was a very convenient parking lot. You got your ticket went through the gate, left your car with the keys in it along with half of the ticket on the dashboard. After church, I would hand over my ticket and pay my fee to the attendant. He would then fetch my car for me and I would be on my way. But now the lot was gone. Boarded up with signs to “keep out” and “no entry”. It was just like walking into a hole that wasn’t there before. My son enthusiastically agreed.
There is another experience I had like that. It was April 1998 and my youngsters were two and four respectively. I came home from a long day at work only to find almost everything of value gone. Television gone, the kids change jar gone, everything, gone. Then I soon discovered my husband was also gone. No, he was not kidnapped. He had up and abandoned his young family just like that. I felt as if I was punched in the gut. Like I had stepped into a hole that wasn’t there before.
Fast forward eight years. I had remarried and was very afraid for my life. I took my kids and spent the night at a hotel. My then husband was drinking and making threats. There was a bullet on the dresser and a gun on the bed. I was not going to subject those two precious boys to such evil anymore, at least not that night. He had already beaten up my teenage son because he had defended me. But when I came back the next morning the locks to our home had been changed. Another punch in the gut but this time my children and I were suddenly homeless. I had again, stepped into a hole that was not there before.
I wonder how many people have, in hindsight realized that they have on occasion had one or more experience that made them feel that they had stepped into a hole that was never there before? Tell me.