I almost got hit by oncoming traffic like a half dozen times and I do not exaggerate here. I took this photo of a warning sign about falling rocks and I was like, screw that, beware of the rocks in the heads of the drivers coming down this mountain.
There was one driver who came around a hairpin curve texting and she came within inches of hitting me. And I swore to the top of my lungs at her. And then came the voice from up high.
Shaking, almost pasted against a rock wall in hesitation to continue up this mountain, I looked up and there was this old guy calling out to us. ‘I saw you on TV’, he said. ‘I was worried about the dogs’.
‘You and me both’ I thought to myself unsure how to respond or what to say to this godlike figure although his Lebowski-esque attire didn’t fit the whole supreme being image in my head.
‘Is it always this bad on this road?’ I inquired hoping for a hail mary.
Don’t Should Me
‘You should’ve taken 7th Street’, he answered. I’m a poker player and there’s always a 4th and 5th street bet that you called or should have laid it down but when you’re in a hand, you’re down in it. And that’s where we were.
Ginger Morgan, the Director of our foundation, taught me that lesson. There is no ‘should’ in life. And I thought about that after almost getting killed on High Street.
I thought alot about why. Why put myself and moreover and more importantly the lives of my boys at risk?
‘Do you need help?’
The old man asked me. ‘No I don’t’, I replied. And I lead my boys up to the top of the mountain unscathed and untouched.