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Driving my relative to the airport, I had no idea I’d be met with an opportunity to have all my dreams fulfilled.
You know when you’re really young, you have aspirations for all kinds of professions? Don’t you remember kindergarten class when the teacher called out your name and asked you what you wanted to be?
I remember this vividly. Mrs. Hershey called on my name, “Bamboo, now what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Frank before me responded to Mrs. Hershey that he wanted to be an astronaut. Little Sally, she wanted to be a school teacher.
But when it was my turn… I wanted nothing to do with all the answers that preceded me. I said quite squarely, “I want to travel the world and have lots of adventures,” to which Mrs. Hershey grinned as if warmth somehow entered the crown of her head and filtered through everyone of her veins.
Much has changed since that day. I’m a lot taller, I’m not quite as cute and I occasionally get swarms of redness that speckle my face like red nerds that have been pulverized.
One thing has remained the same however… and that’s that my greatest dream today is the same one I had back in Kindergarten.
It’s crazy the things you think about while driving your relative to the airport!
Entering the big glass doors… we made our way to the counter where my relative had her luggage weighed. Everything was under 50 lbs… she waved goodbye… and I was on my way until something truly unexpected happened…
As I was walking toward the exit I suddenly heard what sounded like a 1,000 black jack dealers vigorously dealing a deck of cards simultaneously. Somewhat in shock, I abruptly stopped as if my feet suddenly lost their ability to move. I slowly turned my head around and saw the kiosk machine spitting out, what had to be, thousands of electronic tickets. They were flying everywhere as if being propelled by a leaf blower.
The first thing to hit me was, why is everyone standing around like zombies? Don’t they understand that my dreams are spitting out of that machine for crying out loud?!
A sudden euphoric feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I witnessed my dreams being flung from a machine–floating through the air like little angels that came to greet me at the preordained time.
When an opportunity of a lifetime happens to you, one in which the chances of it occurring are three million to one – you don’t just stand there – you diligently respond to providence.
As if totally oblivious to everything and everyone around me… I ran with every last cell of my being toward the machine throwing up golden tickets that would alter my life forever.
As I got down on my hands and knees frantically picking up the tickets, my conscience began to intrude, for a brief couple seconds, but the promise of traveling the world unabated quickly overtook that hater of an emotion.
Gathering the tickets, a sudden dread sailed through my mind: what if they’re all the same tickets and not to varied locations? I took a very brief respite from piling and examined them. The first ticket I eyed said destination: Korea. The second, Belgium. I could now breathe again.
The frantic picking up and piling continued until I finally concluded that the mounds I made were all a two armed, two legged homosapien could carry. Getting up from my hands and knees I held the tickets to my chest like I was embracing my lover for the last time before she left to Asia.
I was outta there!
I sprinted frantically toward the exit doors; some tickets flew out of my arms as I ran–but like it mattered. I had more than enough to travel the world like a connect the dot puzzle that would never end.
I wasn’t even sure what direction I was going in. I was just running. I really believed no one short of an Olympic athlete could catch me, since I run quite regularly.
I ran and ran and ran… I don’t know how much time had passed–but the scenery was changing and I was feeling like I had just gotten away with murder; I felt elated!
My sprint started to turn into an enthusiastic jog. By now I must have been a good half mile from where I started. I was starting to feel like I was getting a new lease on life. Up until this point, all I really had was a cocky disposition and a blog named PI–neither of which really got me anywhere.
But this… this was something different. Something tangible. A new beginning, a new start… I was finally going to live the life that I could only once write about.
Without warning, I felt something no human should ever have to feel. I felt the weight of Mt. Everest ram into my side–my feet left the ground and I found myself gliding to the concrete with the weight of a tow truck attached to my side.
I hit the ground hard, my elbow skidded terribly against the sidewalk and blood started pouring out, though I was largely oblivious to it except for the sudden discoloration of all my golden tickets.
I was half in shock and half still attached to my dream of traveling the world like a shark that once bites refuses to unlock its jaws.
Slowly I got up and so did the mountain–what was before me was a heavy set African American male looking at me as I tightly clenched onto all of my tickets that were now crimson red from my vital fluids.
The following is what transpired, all recorded from a nearby security camera. Click play to listen: (Sound clip not in reader—only on post in website)
I was brought to court, pleaded insanity, and found not guilty…
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