When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.
-- Alexander Graham Bell
I took this picture last month while on Hunting Island in South Carolina. You don't see too many of these old phone booths anymore and I found myself inside and seeing if it worked. It did!
So, I thought this would be a great picture for an entry in my journal, but couldn't decide what to write with it. First I thought, " Underdog", "Superman" or maybe just writing about how 3 of my kids are on my shared family cell phone plan and ALWAYS going over the limit! Couldn't decide.
Then it hit me at 2.00am last night as I was startled awake. My phone rang beside my bed and my heart started pounding in my chest. Could it be something was wrong with family or friends. As I answered my phone, I heard a female ask for me by name. She then proceeded to say her name and her husband's name who was on the other line. I had no clue who they were. After a minute I realized it was a crank call. I proceeded to hang up and still felt my heart pounding so hard it hurt. It brought back memories of my teenage years when we had to get our number unlisted because of so many of those calls. If they would only realize how it felt to be jolted awake and scared. But, I guess that was their intent.
It took me forever to fall back to sleep as I lay with my covers pulled up to my chin while I was trying to calm down. It was at that point that I thought, "hey, remember that picture of the phone booth?........"