I never post about my livelihood on this blog. Never have, and never will.

But…

This post is about life, and being scared.

I work with an older gentleman, who’s not in the best of health. We’ve worked together for many many years, in several different cities, and have become good friends. His family, what’s left of ‘em, lives a thousand miles away.

When we arrived in this town, he gave me a copy of the keys to his place, and other things…just in case. He always keeps me in the loop about his going ons, appointments, etc. Since I work virtual, we talk every morning, and several times a day, as needed. And sometimes just for the hell of it.

This morning, I didn’t hear from him, couldn’t raise him on his home, cell, or office phones, or email. This has never happened, so I drove to the office in hope of finding him too busy to answer the damn phone.

No such luck, nobody had seen or heard from him. So now, I’m really worried, and I head back to my house to get his key ring out of my safe, and head toward his house.

The whole time I’m thinking, “Please God, let his car NOT BE there.”

It wasn’t…Thank the Maker.

An hour later he called, and I let him have it. All said and done, we laughed it off, but I still worry about him.