My Mom is a Jedi

I was so excited that Saturday morning because I was going to see The Empire Strikes Back.

Whoa, I had every thing right...I was good all week, I made my bed, I kept my room clean, I was nice to my little brother and sister...Hell yeah, the Force was definately with me. Mom's going to take me and Alex to the show...Alex had better taken a wiz before we get seated, I'll be pissed if I miss anything good.

The movie was great, more than I expected. Too bad that Luke lost his hand and C3PO got blown up...and Han Solo...getting shrinkwrapped in carbonite like a damned T.V. dinner...coulda been worse.

As we walked out side of the Allen Theater, the sun was blinding and it was getting friggin' hot. Well, crap....Mom is runnin' late. We'll just stand here and mind our own business......mind my own business, Alex is starting to do dumb things and ask stupid questions and of course he's the only one on Main Street making light saber sound effects. Dangit, where is she?

My aunt, Verbena, picked us up. Hey, there's my baby sister. Ok, Ok, row row row yer boat.......All the way home.......

We took the turn off but what's with all these cars? Well, damn.......get moving you friggin' rubber neckers.........Hey Auntie, watch out for all that broken glass.....

There it was...Mom's car. Mangled and smashed beyond belief... groceries just scattered every where.....The car looked like a metal beast with all it's guts strewn about the cut slope. She was less than a mile from home.

MOM!!!!

I remember my big brother, Chuck, waving us forward...."get 'em out of here", he yelled... Auntie drove us home.

I cried for days.

That was 25 years ago. Mom is OK, and she has recovered from the injuries. She still has the scars where the Trans Am struck her door. Funny thing though, she has actually tatooed by the black colored fiber glass. Damned drunk driver.

Mom had my aunt pick us up from the movies because she knew we wouldn't like to go grocery shopping. We wouldn't have minded because we wanted to go get some Star Wars action figures. Something in her mind told her to leave us there at the movies. The Force? I'll never know. To this day, she still says that if it weren't for Star Wars we would have been killed in that crash. Well, in those days, seat belts were never used; we probably would have. The Empire Strikes Back is still my favorite and I think my mom is a Jedi. I wonder, if I ask, if she'll get me some Star Wars linens for Christmas.