3rd step curse (C) 2021 Nothing will stop me from seeing her...

              …1 day

He finally decided to go see her.

“I want to tell her that I am sorry

 for all the things I did, and that’s all,”

 yea that’s what he told himself.

 He went on a road trip to the house she lives.

It’s a thirteen hour drive.

This is the start of the adventure:

 

 ...I remembered when that spare tire blew up in your face," I could start off by telling you that. You know better than anyone, that when I really want something, I don’t let anyone, anything stop me.

 

I've learned that if I am going to do something and I have some kind of obstacle in my way, it is decision time.  Am I going to continue? Or am I going to stop?

 What if the obstacles are God’s way of telling me I shouldn’t proceed?

 

...the tire pressure light comes on the dash. "Damn it. I'll just pump it up at a gas station."

I took the nearest exit. Went to the gas station. It was sketchy. A girl in a newer car was talking to some sketchy looking dude. He’s showing her, something. Looks like a drug deal. I ignore them. Keep em in my peripheral vision as I pull up to the air pump. Damn it, I have no quarters. I stick my credit card in. And start pumping air into my tire.

I'm putting as much air as I can into the tire.

Now I'm worried that my card information could be compromised.

I get in the car. Luckily the tire pressure warning is off. I might be alright. I speed off onto the interstate. The light comes on again. Damn it. 

Then I hear a wicked roaring. A car slows down. Gets behind me. Then swerves into my lane. All the while I'm praying to my Loh'Rd. I move over. Misses me by mere inches. I look over. The driver has an angry look on his face. Just what I need. I fear my tires going to go out. If he has a gun. I'd be killed on the side of the interstate. No help. No cops. 

He speeds away.

I don't know where he goes. My car is swaying to the right. If I can just make it to Slidell. I speak into the cell phone. Slidell is about twenty minutes away. I try to call for help. My cell phones screen reads 'mobile network not available.'

My hearts racing. I'm praying out loud over and over again. There's a car flashing about two hundred feet in front of me. I pray it is not the same driver. I go over a bridge.

Maybe I can just go to every exit, go to a gas station, pump up the tire. Naw that ain't gonna work.

This car is a two thousand sixteen model. Does it even have a spare tire in the trunk?

I reluctantly pass by the vehicle with its hazard lights on. The driver is an old man. The passenger is an old woman. Thank You God! It is just grandma and grandpa arguing.

I get onto a bridge. Please don't go out. If my tire goes flat and I'm doing sixty-five miles per hour it ain't gonna be no good.

Glad I ain't drunk, ain't high. If I was drunk high right now I'd definitely keep driving, and drink another one, smoke another one, and get into wreck. I'd earn a d.u.i. Who am I kidding? I wouldn't even have a car if I was drunk, high.

I see an exit for Gause Boulevard. I take it. Drive to the nearest gas station. This is safer. A family restaurant gas station combo. There are many cars in the lot. I see middle class families. I notice there is a car shop behind the gas station. I also see there's a hotel five hundred feet away. I'm safe. Park right in front of the air pump machine.

Get out of my car. Walk over to the tire. It takes about ten seconds for the tire to go completely flat.

I try to call car insurance (USAA). My screen reads again 'mobile network not available.'

Fifteen minutes later, I put on the spare tire. I thank my Loh’Rd out loud.

I’ll rest. In the morn, I’ll get a new tire and new cellphone. Then continue my driving tomorrow.

 Nothing will stop me from seeing her...