Sunday, April 17, 2022
Clara was always a friend you could count on. When we were both living in Denver in the 80's, I got in a car accident near my house. Even though my car was totaled, I felt okay and insisted I could walk home and went to bed. That night, around 11pm, I woke up, craving a coke even though I rarely drank sodas. I knew that Clara always had her Coke Classics, so I called her and told her I crashed my car and could she bring me a coke? Without asking any questions, she came over with the coke I requested. I met her at the door, grabbed the can from her, popped it open and chugged it right there. I remember her staring at me, trying to figure out what in the world was going on with me. I guess I looked alright and convinced her I was okay because she went home. The next morning, I was in so much pain I couldn’t move. My doctor met me at the emergency room and told me that I was in shock after the accident, and if I hadn’t had that coke (powerful stimulant), I would probably have died that night. That's the kind of friend she was. Thank you, Clara. You saved my life so many years ago.
