My Community

“I knew my community would pull together when I really needed them.  They knew what I needed before I even knew.”  I stared out the window to the ocean and wondered what I could have done differently.  I needed to decide what I was going to do, but also longed for someone to tell me what to do.  And tell me what I wanted. 

I had never been good at making decisions.  Except for bad decisions.  Those decisions were spectacular.  Spectacular enough for my parents to almost disown me and for the two of them to pretend they didn’t know me when they saw me in town.  I almost didn’t and couldn’t blame them, but at some point, I felt like they could have helped me learn from my mistakes. 

But here I was, trying to make the most important decision of my life and I had no idea what to do.  I had narrowed my choices down to two, but now had no idea what to do.  I was leaning left, but my past poor decisions meant I should pick what was hiding behind door two.  Before I could change my mind, I stood up, wiped the sand from my shorts and headed toward my car. 

Three hours later, I knew I had made completely the wrong decision and was running for my life.