4/29/2015
My body had been rising from rest later and later. The changing time zones were no longer an excuse. The adventure was nothing short of amazing but the monetary aspect of the trip started to weigh me down. I had spoken to kids about goal setting and how to achieve their goals but I found myself far short of the monetary goal of this trip. The idea gnawed at me. At times it climbed on my back and gripped my shoulders. Crystal had mentioned on occasion that on certain days I wasn’t myself. Perhaps the goals should not be looked at as interdependent. Perhaps the monetary goal should have had an achievement date beyond the run.
I unplugged the ipod and tried to listen to nature. I knew it would have things to tell me and signals to send. I took to the hilly roads. The patches of country were still beautiful but the stretches in between towns were growing smaller. The old historic towns had old English architecture. I could feel the colonial age and I saw a vision of a time passed. It was a time when possibility and opportunity were everywhere.
When a news van passed me on the road I thought to myself, “It’s a sign!” I didn’t have the ability to reach a massive audience on my own but, I did have the power to call someone who could help. FOX43 sounded happy to cover my story. It would mark the eighth time and third network on this trip to cover the journey. I didn’t have the luxury of quitting this expedition but at least I was close to halfway.
I ended my day in a rough part of York. Of course it looked like Bel Aire compared to Baltimore. There were a couple of people fighting in the streets. They were yelling at each other as Crystal drove me to the Country Inn hotel. I had enough on my mind without getting involved in some disturbance on the street.
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