Going The Extra Mile

As I blog this my little sister “ok she isn’t little she is 20 years old, but she always be little in my eyes “is stranded in Cape Town. She is visiting a friend and they missed the bus stop, so the bus was going around in circles with them while they were trying to figure out where to get off. They both didn’t have airtime so she bbm’s me asking for an airtime transfer so they could call someone to come meet them at the bus stop. Vodacom services are down, so in a state of frenzy I call the one person I thought could help me but they sleeping and they don’t seem bothered to even find out what is going on. I can’t call mom because she’s is going to freak out so bad she would probably not allow us to go anywhere out the province alone.  Is it ok for me to say I’m hurt? It is as if someone is clinching and squeezing out blood from my heart. It hurts. This is my little sister she means the world to me, and I’m just asking you to drive to the garage and get her airtime. I then sit alone and cry my eye balls out because if it were me I would move mountains , swim the deepest ocean to help someone I cared about, but then I’m reminded we all not the same. I pray about it and by the time they get off the sun hasn't completely set so they able to make their way back home safely. Sometimes I want to change this about myself, how I can give whole heartedly and expect nothing in return but the one time you need a favour people aren’t bothered. So many horrid scenarios where being played in my head as to what to could happen to them , how I could lose her , and how I would never forgive myself if I did. We may fight, not see eye to eye from time to time but we were carried in the same womb we share a connection only we understand. I listen to Feist -lonley lonley and the song just brings a sense of peace to my soul and an emance feeling of everything is ok, thank God she arrived safely.