It was 2am in Lakeland, FL and I had just become engaged.
So, after entering my dorm, I decided to call my parents with the good news. I was ecstatic and I wanted to share this momentous occasion with them.
As soon as my mom answered the phone, I screamed, "Mom, I'm engaged! I'm engaged!"
This was not a good thing to do to my parents in the middle of the night.
At first, she didn't even know it was me. She thought it was my sister calling. My sister was babysitting and my parents were worried about her being in a strange house.
They had told her to call them for any reason and especially if anything happened.
When I called them, all she heard, at first, was one of her daughters screaming incoherently into the phone in the middle of the night.
It was enough to give her a heart attack.
When I calmed down enough to speak with a modicum of coherency, my mother heard my name coupled with the word "engaged" along with the scrambled story of how it all came about.
After hearing the story, my parents congratulated me with great relief at the knowledge that no one was dying.
I think I eased them into it pretty well.