Last Wednesday I found myself sitting right in the middle of a 4-lane highway with a fire truck, and police car, and a state patrol sitting behind me--lights flashing like fireworks. What was the reason? I ran out of gas. Literally, nothing, nada, bone dry, no fuel! With not even enough fumes left to pull into the median, I sat in the middle of the road with my 3 kids in the backseat, and we waited on a good samaritan to come along with a gas can. As a 35 year old mother and educator, you would think I would know better, right?!
What's the lesson here? Well, clearly I was so busy and frantic rushing to get to my destination that I neglected to heed the warning signal flashing on my dash.