Life Is a Highway

There is a song on the airwaves by the band Rascal Flatts entitled “Life is a Highway.” The image that comes to mind is one of a hot little convertible on wide open road, sun on your face, wind in your hair, peddle to the metal, soaking up life’s journey.

The reality is that life’s highway also includes winding curves, detours, dead-ends, minor accidents and even tragic fatalities.

I was fortunate to be able to cruise along for the first twenty years of my life, until I drove head on into a tragic fatality. The sudden death of my mother sent me off on the back roads, which were full of detours and dead-ends. I spent several years hoping I would find the open road again.

It was the love I found when I had my own family, a beautiful wife and two daughters, that put me back on the freeway. For eleven years there was hardly a bump or a pothole in the smooth blacktop.

Then slowly, ever so slowly, our route became more perilous. Unimaginable obstructions were found in our path, until around one particular blind curve, we lost our dear wife and mother.

Once again there were years of detours and dead ends. Nevertheless, with faith, hope, and a passion to find that highway to happiness again, my daughters and I found an angel that guided us in the right direction.

The lesson learned is that life’s excursion contains miles and miles of untraveled road. Whatever lies around the next bend, be prepared to hit either the brakes, or the accelerator.

Good luck, and safe driving.
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by James McCreath