This news came on a day when we had not heard anything from Becky for a while, since she was traveling with friends to South Africa, so she wasn’t anywhere near a computer—and her phone had no service. I didn’t think I could stand it, but I had to wait another two or three days before I could actually hear from Becky in person that 1) she was alive 2) she had a fabulous time in South Africa and 3) yes, she was indeed standing less than a foot away from the rogue Great White when it rammed the protective cage, pushing through the bars with its teeth. According to their guide, that sort of thing “has never happened before.” He was totally shocked that it happened this time. Becky said it was “awesome,” since she could see its teeth—and could have put her whole arm down its mouth if she’d wanted to!
Needless to say, I’m having difficulty having my girl so far away this year. The bleak reality – that hits me in the middle of the night or at times when she is sick or hurts her leg or loses her phone—is that 1) I can’t get to her quickly 2) I can’t get her home quickly 3) I can’t think about what might or might not be happening to her, since I can’t do a damn thing about it. Continue reading On Having a Daughter in Africa (25 Hours Away by Jet)