Did you ever take a long car ride looking for a place? Let’s say you were on an expressway and you were to get off at a certain exit. Somehow, you miss the exit. Or let’s imagine you get on the bus. You sit down, get really interested in an article you’re reading and miss your stop. Or you’re walking around looking for a certain address, and end up at the right number, but not the right street. You start to berate yourself for doing all the above. You get angry at your stupidity, and ask yourself how you could be so out of it.
I’m sure everyone reading this blog has had the experiences listed above. I know the bus thing always happens to me. I’ll find myself ten minutes away from where I was supposed to get off. And then I’ll have to walk back to where I was to get off.
I’m listing all the experiences above because to me getting lost is something good. I know most of you don’t think the same way. But I’ve learned something from missing my bus stop. Or not getting off at the right exit.
Every time I’ve gotten lost, I’ve discovered something that I was meant to know.
For instance, I got off at the wrong bus stop one day. As I was walking, a man stopped me to ask me something. We began to talk and he said something that answered a question I was seeking an answer to. Another time, I found a store I had not been able to find. One time my sister and I went house hunting. We were to make a right, but instead made a left. As she turned to the left, her dream house greeted her. If we hadn’t turned left, she never would have found the house.
So today, I took the bus to the post office. On my way back, I asked myself if I wanted to take the bus, I had a bus pass, or walk. Something told me to walk. So I began to walk. As I was walking, out of the corner of my eye, I could feel someone watching me. I turned to my left, saw one of the perps who used to harass me in the library. He quickly turned and made believe he didn’t see me. I kept watching him. I saw him go into the garbage container and look for bottles. He was carrying two plastic bags of bottles. He seemed down and out. He looked as if he hadn’t taken a shower in a while. When he was harassing me in the library, he was clean and well-groomed. And now to see him in the condition he was in gave me a smug feeling. He was getting back what he put out to the world.
I continued walking toward home. It was a nice day, and I was enjoying the gorgeous weather and that there weren’t too many perps harassing me. The Thanksgiving holiday made the streets look empty, but for me it was nirvana. No perps.
As I got closer to home, I saw a bus stop. As I passed the bus bench, another perp, who also harassed me in the library, said hello to me. He, too, seemed not to be doing too well. He was waiting for the bus to come. At one time he had a car. Now no car. And he looked as if he was homeless. Again, he got back what he put out into the world.
If I had taken the bus, I wouldn’t have seen either of the perps. So by following my instincts, I found that life was getting even with both.
So what I’m trying to say, is, if you get lost, don’t get angry. Getting lost is a way of find something you’re looking for. This has always been true with me every time I get lost. I find something I’ve been looking for. So next time you miss your exit, or get off at the wrong bus stop, don’t fret, there’s something that you need to learn about yourself, or you’ll get an answer to a question that’s been puzzling you. Think about it. You’ll find that it’s true what I’ve written.
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