Dragon is on some heavy duty pain relievers. All 4 of his prescriptions have driving warnings. Since he can't stand to go even 30 minutes past a dose, he is home from work. No driving, no work.
Sunday morning I had to stop for gas. I started to unbuckle my seatbelt but he was out and around the car before I even got my hand on the buckle. He's fast!
He hates it that I have to pump my own gas most of the time.
Years ago I dropped him off at the airport in Boise Idaho for a deployment. Not a danger deployment this time. He didn't return to Afghanistan. But traffic had us running late and I had to fill up the tank right after I dropped him off.
I stood there with the nozzle in my hand, crying for 5 minutes before someone decided to help me. I couldn't figure out how to pump the gas. This was the first deployment since Afghanistan.
I honestly hadn't pumped gas since he returned and I couldn't figure out anything. The pumps had changed in the year and a half since he had been back. For me, it was heartbreaking. His newest deployment became real in that moment.
I don't know why but seeing him rush around the car to beat me to the pump brought that memory back.
I don't know the young man that helped me that day but I am forever grateful.