tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17605816.post2291487436993947299..comments2023-10-23T11:49:58.374-07:00Comments on Stop Screaming I'm Driving!: Belatedcarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04038972194323564240noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17605816.post-8121787438458032442009-01-27T20:59:00.000-08:002009-01-27T20:59:00.000-08:00What a wonderful story!Sometimes humanity surprise...What a wonderful story!<BR/>Sometimes humanity surprises you, and there are kind people around.<BR/>Your story made me smile. (and reminded me of one of my own)monstergirleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15017980744939803016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17605816.post-77363230587946328252009-01-27T20:17:00.000-08:002009-01-27T20:17:00.000-08:00what a complete dollwhat a complete dollflutterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11828689769747130419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17605816.post-88985392534958794282009-01-27T14:42:00.000-08:002009-01-27T14:42:00.000-08:00That is so sweet!I remember being stranded on the ...That is so sweet!<BR/><BR/>I remember being stranded on the side of the road with a flat tire (recently) and I panicked like a wild one. I called my hubby and knew he was eventually going to get to me, but in the meantime, a driver did pull over and check that I was okay.<BR/><BR/>I appreciate those kind souls who take the time because in the 45 minutes I waited, he was the only person who pulled over to check.<BR/><BR/>DaisyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17605816.post-85721735621693176702009-01-27T06:31:00.000-08:002009-01-27T06:31:00.000-08:00I have stronger memories of being two and three ye...I have stronger memories of being two and three years old than I do of the first six months of my child's life - it's like that, I think. Fatigue, fear and sheer newness make it easy to be wholly absorbed in the now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17605816.post-15184511446485539182009-01-26T21:12:00.000-08:002009-01-26T21:12:00.000-08:00Jenn - tell your husband he's a peach.And Dan - I ...Jenn - tell your husband he's a peach.<BR/><BR/>And Dan - I only wish I had a memory like yours. Simply amazing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17605816.post-83819254496604061742009-01-26T20:57:00.000-08:002009-01-26T20:57:00.000-08:00I have to agree with Jenn's husband. It mirror's m...I have to agree with Jenn's husband. It mirror's my own thinking.<BR/><BR/>I am one of those people with detailed early memory - back to about 1 yr. <BR/><BR/>I can vividly remember the terror of being left at my aunt's apartment and being unable to articulate what was bothering me. (I was afraid the steps outside the door would disappear. All 9 of them. And I was just starting to crawl.) All I could do was cry and wail. It wasn't until I was much older and asked my mom why she left me there at the mercy of the steps that she and my aunt could understand why I always went wild at the aunt's apartment although I adored the aunt.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08027973862125764895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17605816.post-31091105230365413212009-01-26T20:14:00.000-08:002009-01-26T20:14:00.000-08:00My husband has a rule--he always stops for a woman...My husband has a rule--he always stops for a woman stranded on the road--even if he has to get off the freeway and circle around. He reasons that he would want a man like him to stop for his wife and daughters.Jenn @ Juggling Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398noreply@blogger.com