THE PREVIOUS DAY

My parents nagged me into visiting my grandparents. I finally went just to shut them up, though my intuition warned me I'd get sick from it.

Either the restaurant food or my grandparent's snacks were bad. Diarrhea, cramps, pain all night and next day. Food poisoning or allergic reaction.

THAT DAY

Still feel crappy, but my sisters talk me into going to see Eddie Murphy in TRADING PLACES in a nearby mall. I propose the same movie in a different theater across town but I can't explain why. Just sense a problem at that mall. They overrule me. With no logical reason to justify my feeling, I surrender.

We go. The screening time listed was off by an hour! Wander the mall bored.

At last, it's time. Long line. File in... and... power failure!

Never do see that film.

THAT NIGHT

A helicopter's flying low over our family home. Hovering all day. A noisy form of haunting! And not just loud, annoying, intrusive and illegal. Dangerous. Flying too low.

MUCH too low. I'm in the living room when the chopper snags a pole and crashes! I push my little niece Solara down an instant before burning metal bursts through the wall--slams just over her head. Half the windows are smashed, sharp glass all over. Douse a small fire. We're bruised but not cut or burnt.

Find a phone. Working? Yes! But find someone else in the house is already on another extension, just called emergency workers... and says "the fliers survived!" Whaat? The main body hit out in the front yard, 15 meters away, and chunks tore all the way through to this end of the house! Had to be pretty bad. I took it for granted they died in the explosion. I go out front and find... they're battered but alive.

Alive and MAD at us. "How DARE you call emergency services for something so trivial! We'll fix the damage ourselves, right now. Don't want help!"

"Uh, gonna fix our house too? Burning metal through the wall. Nearly died..."

"But you didn't!"

Ah. No reason to whine, then.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• Crash, fire, damage they trivialize::
  1. Gut-sickness, inflammation: I didn't listen to intuition warning not to visit grandparents. Got poisoned.
  2. Power failure at theater my sisters chose: I didn't listen to intuition and insist we go elsewhere
• This pilot: I've been calling this side of me "my inner stoic". Wrong! A stoic feels pain, but does his duty despite it. This fool's irresponsible and in denial! Caused a flaming crash, then denies the extent of the damage.
• ACTION: ACT on my intuition! Its judgment is provably better than my family's. Say no! Offend them. Or I'll pay the price! And get told I'm whining. It was just a little explosion...

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