|Peaks of Otter, Blue Ridge Parkway, VA|
I had interrupted my journey down the parkway for a night; I needed to have my cell phone working because there was a family emergency.
I've been divorced for years, but that was long ago and far away and I bear no hard feelings towards my ex-husband. The emergency was his - he landed in the hospital with an aoritic dissection and was undergoing emergency open-heart surgery. (Apparently the aorta has several layers - his had broken through the first one; he felt the classic chest pain that signals a heart attack and they were able to catch and fix it before it broke completely apart.) For my kids, I wanted to be there in case I was needed. Fortunately, the surgery went well, and I was able to head back up into the hills knowing he was on the mend.
|SharpTop Mountain, Blue Ridge Parkway, VA|
As I huffed and puffed my way up the hill, more in tune with my pounding heartbeat than I would otherwise have been, I pondered the forces that lead us to the paths we take.
My choices led me to a mountaintop that afternoon; his to the recovery room. But I was not gloating, rather wondering about the whys. Why do we make the choices we do? In matters of exercise and heart strength, I have kept in mind my family history of heart disease, and have done what I could to lessen my chances of it hitting me at a young age. But there are plenty of other areas where my choices have not been so wise; where I have taken the road that seemed easier at the time, rather than the one that challenged my limits - but probably would have led to a better life.
With any luck, this trip will clear my mind enough so I can figure out which choices will lead to beauty in my after-camper-van life.