I have not rambled on for no apparent reason, in a while. And I have been sitting, alone, in silence for ~ thee entire weekend. If not for Church and a friends phone call today..., I would not have spoke at all. THAT behavior certainly falls in the more than peculiar category for me, a social talkative tender of many mahogany rails. So without further adieu,...here goes nothin...!....and when I say nothin I mean NOTHING. Before my injuries set in aka the need for a mobility aid for long distance travel, I were fearless. My blind faith carried me thru lifes ups and downs. Near death experiences were far too common, looking back now. Gone are the days I hitch-hiked over 15 miles, one-way, solely to volunteer. I would not recommend this to anybody, mind you!! One by U2, (forgive my song- plug, and lets all be thankful I quit speaking in lyrics!) Anyhow, back to the scary hitch-hiking experience.., One particular morning I was beside the road and my thumb was out. Like any other day I volunteered traffic passed me by. WELL, a man finally stopped . He asked where I were headed, I asked where he were headed and I told he I would appreciate the ride to the corner of X and Y streets. Then I walked around the vehicle and got in the front seat. Not but a second later the man started driving and I realized there was an odd smell in his car. Of course, I was all of about 24 years old with an all too innocent outlook on people and the world. ( The jury/ies are still out as to what my outlook is now. ;0 :) ) To make a long story, longer.., the smell of his vehicle toppled with his language of how he and I could do this or that became WORRY SOME to me. I acted as polite as possible, whilst thinking how I could get out of THIS predicament. At the time, I figured if he did not let me out at the destination we agreed upon, I was going to slam his car into the Park position, and hope for the best! No, there were no cell phones to speak of (no pun intended) at the time. And, not a soul for friend knew who I was with. YEP. I was frightened. And when we got to the corner of X and Y instead of stopping to let me out, he turned the corner stating how hed like it if we went to ____? together, blah, blah, yuk, yuk. I recall speaking LOUDLY how he best stop the car RIGHT NOW and let me out. I think he drove another ~ 20 yards and he stopped the car, and I got out. Thank you, Jesus and God above!! NOW, however, I was halfway between my destination and home. No phone and no where to find a phone, I HAD to stick my thumb out and keep going, one way or thee other. I forget, now, if I continued on to where I was volunteering or returned home. Either way, I guess the moral of the story is I KEPT GOING. If not that day to volunteer, there was certainly many days there after when I hitch hiked to my place of volunteering. I guess we all get lucky once in a while and if not for risk there would be no reward. I DO NOT SUGGEST WE ALL STEP OUT AND PUT OUR THUMBS OUT. NO, I simply felt like sharing my little tale of God, thank you for keeping me alive and well.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 22:35:39 +0000
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