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>Unless you had a really good reason sweetie. If you >were my son and eleven years old and came home thirty >minutes late from a friend's house. You might get >spanked for that. Maybe not the first time, but >definitely if it's something you'd made a habit of >doing. If there was a good reason or you let me know >you're going to be late and why, chances are you >wouldn't get one. > >I had a pretty strict curfew growing up. But if I let >my parents know I was going to be late or had a really >good reason I wouldn't get spanked. > >When I was seventeen Mark took me to see Journey in >concert as a birthday present. The concert was in a >city and hour and a half away. Momma and Daddy let me >go because they really liked Mark and trusted him. We >did tell them we didn't know for sure if I would be >back before my midnight curfew or not. They said it >was ok and just to call them if something came up. It >was about a quarter after eleven when the concert >ended. So we figured we'd just be a little late and >there wouldn't be any problem. Unfortunately things >didn't work out that way. On the way home, Mark had to >swerve to miss a deer that ran out into the road and >we went off the road and hit a ditch. He tried to get >the car out but it wouldn't budge. When we got out to >look, there were pipes in the ditch and he hit one of >them breaking a tie rod. Also, the front end was >damaged. We didn't get hurt but the car wasn't going >anywhere that night. It was raining and cold and we >tried to flag down someone to help us and cellphones >weren't as common then as they are now. We couldn't >get anyone to stop, not even the State Police that >passed us by. So we had to walk for over an hour to >get to the nearest town. I was freaking out. Mark was >trying his best to keep me calm and flag down a car >but all I could think of was we were gonna be in so >much trouble. Just outside of the nearest town was a >little no name diner that was open 24 hours. Other >than the waitress who's name was Marilyn and the Cook, >we were the only people in there. Seeing how upset I >was, she asked what was wrong. Mark told her we'd been >in an accident and had to walk over an hour to get >there. She asked if we were ok and he told her we >weren't hurt but the car is stuck in a ditch and we >can't get it out. I'm looking at the clock and seeing >how late it is I'm starting to get frantic. I asked if >we could use the phone to call home. She gave me >change for the phone and I called. Daddy answered and >as soon as I heard his voice I was crying and >babbling. He kept asking if I was ok but I was >panicking too much to give him a straight answer. >Marilyn asked Mark who I was talking to and his and >our names. The she came over and said, "Here let me >talk to him." She said, "Is this Allen G.....? Yes >sir, My name is Marilyn and I'm a waitress at ....... >Diner on Highway...... You're little girl and her >boyfriend are here. They've been in an accident up the >road and had to walk here. No sir, they're both ok >just cold, wet and pretty shaken up." You're gonna >pick em up. It's about fourty-five minutes from your >town and the quickest way to get his is take..." she >gave him the rest of the directions. Then she turned >to me and said, "Baby, your Momma wants to talk to >you." I took the phone and thanked her and then said, >"Momma I'm so sorry." she shushed me and asked if we >were ok. I told her yes and apologized again and she >told me "Baby Girl none of that matters as long as you >two are alright." Then she said, "Your Daddy has just >left to come get you two, and I'm gonna have to get >off the phone and call Mark's parents to let them know >what's going on, they're probably worried half to >death right now." Then she said, "Stop worrying honey, >everything's gonna be ok and I'll see you when you get >home. I love you sweetie." I told her I loved her and >then hung up and went back to the table with Mark. >Marilyn warmed up our coffee and asked if we wanted >something to eat. She told us the special of the >night was chili and it was on the house. So she >brought us both a bowl and it was spicy but probably >the best I'd ever had. She talked with us off and on. >Trying to keep the conversation light as possible, and >introduced us to the Cook who was her husband. We >finished eating and I switched seats in the boot to >sit with Mark. I snuggled tight up against him and >bless his heart he was doing his best to stay calm and >be brave for me the whole time even though he was >every bit as shaken up as I was. As I snuggled up with >him I heard a voice saying, "Is this seat taken?" and >when I looked up, it was Daddy smiling down at me. I >yelled "DADDY!" Then jumped up and threw my arms >around him starting to cry again. He held me tight and >kissed my forehead saying, "Baby Girl it's gonna be >alright." Then he looked at Mark as he stood up for >the first time, he was really starting to look shaken >up. Daddy said, "Are you ok Son." Mark was starting to >stammer a little, he said, "Yes sir, then said, "I'm >so sorry, and he started to cry." Daddy gave him a big >hug and said, "Hey son, it's ok. All that matters is >you and Sonya are alright." He called home to let >Momma know he was there and we were alright, then >Daddy sat down with us and had a cup of coffee while >we had told him what happened and where the car was. >He told us we'd go check on the car and then he would >take us home. He also said, that Momma had called >Mark's parents to let them know was going on and would >call them back to let them know he was there with us >and we were ok. When we got ready to go, Daddy asked >how much we owed, and Marilyn told her it was on the >house. So he gave her a fifty dollar tip and thanked >her for taking care of us. She hugged Mark and me and >told us she hoped we'd come back under better >circumstances. > >Daddy took us to where the car was and he went down in >the ditch and looked things over. He came up and said, >"This car ain't going anywhere tonight. Looks like >it's got a busted tie rod and the front end is pretty >messed up. Thank God you kids were strapped in when >you hit the pipe." Then he put his arms around us and >said, "Let's get on home kids." He drove us back while >I cuddled up with Mark. When we got back to town, we >took Mark home first, His Momma hugged us both crying >and was happy we were ok, while my Daddy and his >talked. Mark's Daddy said he'd get his friend to go >with him tomorrow with a Roll Back to get the car. It >was four in the morning when I finally got home and >Momma met us at the door. I started to cry again and >apologized. She just put her arms around me kissed me >and said, "Hush now Baby Girl, I'm just thanking God >you and Mark are alright." Then she told me, "Baby, >you're soaking wet, lets get you out of these wet >clothes and into bed." > >So sometimes coming home late isn't just because you >forgot the time or you wanted to push the envelope in >some way. That's why with my kids, I try to make sure >if they're late coming in whether there's a good >reason or not before I decide what action to take if >any.

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