One thing i have always prided myself on is being extremely perseverant. Which doesn't mean I've never run away. In fact I really would like to do so tonight.
Here I am on my iPhone trying to cure insomnia when I decide to open up my Blogger App. I have several post ideas saved and have been meaning to get back to writing. My case of insomnia tonight is related to a work issue. I've been searching and reflecting and I may have found an answer and lesson from my past.
When I was four years old I decided to run away from home one afternoon. That wasn't a typo. I decided. I remember the thought process. I can't really give you the why other than it seemed like a good idea.
What started out as something I thought was going to be a great joke turned into something quite scary. I've never been good at directions. When I thought I had been gone long enough, which was probably like 20-minutes, I decided to turn around and come back home. I ended up being completely turned around and ended up out along Route 20, which is a highway. I didn't have any shoes on. I was dirty and scared. I was crying and so upset with myself that I had let myself get so far away. There were people honking and shouting at me which was even more traumatic. I didn't think I'd ever get back home.
Then a beige Oldsmobile pulled up about two blocks away from me. An old man got out of the car and started to walk in my direction. Being taught about stranger danger I started to run in the opposite direction and then stopped. Something told me that this guy was ok, that he could help me. So I turned around and went to him.
"Little girl, are you lost?" he asked me. "Yes." I answered. "Let's get you home." He replied.
When we got into his car I started to tell him my address. He stopped me and said "I know."
Now I lived in the white ghetto and not too many people knew of my street name. He pulled right up to our trailer. I got out of the car and ran to meet my mom who was half way out the door. We hugged, turned around, and the man and the car was gone. It was like it had vanished out of thin air.
I told my mom what happened as best as I could at four. Even then I knew, my Guardian Angel had rescued me.
We never saw that beige Oldsmobile or that old man again. Even here at thirty-one, I feel like he saved my life that day. A day in which I thought it would be fun to run away. Where I learned at four years old you can't run away. That is what I am reminded of tonight. Perseverance.
I can't say that I'm not waiting for my Guardian Angel to show up and point me in the right direction. I am desperately seeking direction for what to do in my professional life. Yet maybe clicking on the draft of this post and remembering about that day so long ago is once again My Angel pointing me in the right direction.
I life with a full heart. I feel. Everything. My heart is heavy tonight yet I feel it turning into hope. I know the value of persevering. I just hope I'm getting pointed in the right direction.
