Friday, March 24, 2017


It was exactly one week later, and we were still brimming with excitement from winning $12,100.00 at bingo. I had left work at the end of my Friday night shift at 8pm and went to pick up my hubby at his workplace, which was not far from where I worked.

As I drove along, our conversation turned to food and we decided to grab a pizza before going home. As I approached a traffic light, a driver at the other side was in the left turn lane and seemed to be turning. I applied the brake and he stopped. The light was green, so I continued to drive. As I accelerated, the driver came right out in front of me. My hubby yelled, "Look out!" I turned the wheel to the right, but could not avoid it.

I was screaming, my heart was pounding in my chest, my legs were burning, I was stunned by the air bag, my wrist hurt, and I was going into a full-blown panic attack. My hubby got out of the car and came to my side to calm me down. He called 911.

As he was trying to calm me down and checking me for broken bones, the driver from the other vehicle got out and asked if we were all right. I started yelling at him. My husband did his best to control the situation, but the driver knew not to come forth. I was livid.

Everything after that is a blur. The police arrived and took statements, the ambulance came and took me to the hospital, the tow truck took the car, and within an hour, my hubby was driving a rental. I could not believe how efficient the situation was handled. 

After my wait at the hospital, I became calm. By the time I saw the doctor I had realized that I did not have any broken bones. My leg was starting to bruise, my wrist was swollen, and my neck hurt, but nothing was broken as confirmed by the doctor on call. I got a prescription for inflammation and pain, and was sent home.

The police told my hubby that the driver of the other vehicle was a young man who was only licenced to drive six months ago and that he had just drove that car off the dealership lot just an hour before. He admitted that he was at fault and he did not judge the distance properly.

The next day, everything hurt. My hubby’s legs were also badly bruised from the air bag. I was still trying to process the whole thing. And once again, we were back to our philosophical conversation about God, the universe, and why things happen. But we were okay, and that’s the main thing.

Our insurance providers handled our case promptly and we received a cheque for $12,217.56, almost the same amount I had won at bingo the week before. 

Friday, March 17, 2017


I got up this morning and decided to go to the bingo and for some reason my hubby wanted to go with me. It had been a long time since the both of us had played bingo together and it was nice to spend some quality time. I didn’t have to be at work until later in the afternoon and my hubby decided that he would start his job a little later.

We got to the bingo hall and bought our cards, placing them on the table along with our Tim’s and dabbers. We talked and sipped our coffee while the caller recited the rules of the hall.

I laughed as my hubby recalled the time we went to another bingo hall where a little old lady repeated the numbers as they were being called. It was both annoying and funny, so funny that it just became one of many memories of good times together. Another time we had gone, we had won a thousand dollars. I don’t remember what we did with the money, but at that time we had just started living together and talked about buying a car.

The first game started and as the caller called the numbers and we dabbed it on our cards, I recalled all the times I had gone to bingo, winning a few dollars here and there, nothing to write home about.

My hubby was dabbing and got set, then bitched when his number didn’t come up and someone else yelled, “Bingo!” Then he turned to me and said, “Come on, Lisa, we got to get the jackpot for a trip back to the Caribbean.”  I just looked at him and laughed.

But, what he said kinda stuck in my mind and as I was dabbing, visions of last year’s trip to Cuba came flooding my brain with scenes of salty, aquamarine waters that were 30 degrees and higher; white, hot sandy beach as far as the eye could see; and the bright sun burning my skin. As I was dabbing, I was visualizing these things. I started smelling the salt air, feeling my skin burn, and seeing the ocean waves roll in. And when I looked down at one of my cards, it was almost full. I had three numbers and within three calls, I yelled “Bingo!”

I wasn’t sure how much money I had won. I didn’t get too excited as I could have made a mistake on one of my cards, but when the caller yelled out that it was a good bingo, well I started to shake uncontrollably. I covered my face with my hands and cried.   

This is how much I had won.  When we got home, we started planning our trip to the Caribbean.