I drove Joey to the shop to pick up her Scooter, and then I followed her home. I have to say watching her drive it scared the crap out of me. I cringed over every bump and manhole cover she drove over. I was actually trying to make sure that nobody got inbetween us on the road because I didn't trust anyone else to stop fast enough shough she take a spill. I was realizing though that she seemed so confident. The only person who was at all considering tragedy was me because for Joey, this was something easy, something well within her grasp. I had to sit back and calm myself with the facts. Joey is smart and strong and more than capable. Once I realized that I just let myself go with it, and trusting in a loved one's abilities is much better than worrying over some remote possibility.
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