Dear Dr. Laura,
A few weeks ago I was driving home from visiting family. I was two hours from home when I hit a deer. I had never hit and killed an animal, so I was shook up. I called my husband and told him what happened. After reassuring him I was fine, I told him I would take care of calling the police and a tow truck. I hung up the phone wishing he was with me, but knowing I could take care of everything.
Ninety minutes later, as I stood in the cold talking to the police officer, I saw a truck coming our way. I assumed it slowed down after seeing the police car lights. It came to a stop and I looked up in amazement, as my husband got out of the truck and with a smile handed me a coat and said, "I knew you would be cold." I was so thankful to see him.
When you, Dr. Laura, ask, “Would he swim through shark infested waters to bring you a lemonade?” I know mine will drive almost two hours to bring me a coat -- so he would do anything to make sure I am good. Thank you, Dr. Laura, for reminding me to appreciate the good guy I get to call Hubby.
Christy
