- Then immediately text and call your mother so she can panic too.
- Call the airlines and prey on their sympathy. (It pays to be nice)
Oh yea, this just happened. The last thing I texted Andrew last night at 7:17pm was:
At 5:47am this text came in with my phone jarring me awake immediately afterwards:
He seems a little stressed, don’t you think? Andrew has been at Eastman School of Music in Rochester, NY for a couple of days. He had a good lesson and sounded more positive than he has in a few weeks. This last semester at Lee University has been excruciating. One more semester and he will have his masters. Yay!
When I got his panic stressed SOS call that could wake the dead, I was off and running in google mode. H was no help because he was up in a tree, in the woods, hunting. This was probably a good thing.
Holding title as the google queen insures your fingers fly quickly over the keyboard. I found many recommendations as I fervently researched, but these two made the most sense and I hurriedly snapped photos and hit send.
Then I not-so-patiently waited…
Whew! That was a close one!
On the more positive side – Andrew handled this like a pro – after his initial panic attack.