I walked towards the front door, Betty handed me a Bible. I laid the Bible on the front seat next to the carved eagle and thought; one more person has entered my life and left a lasting impression. I pulled onto Interstate 90 and headed east to the next truck stop.
Guilt feelings started to engulf me. I should be with Helen and the boys instead of trying to find someone that doesn’t want to be found or even has any idea that I am looking for him. The road came up to meet me, as it became a black ribbon rushing under my wheels. I turned the radio to some fast music and tried to devise a plan to talk Charlie out of going to Washington, if and when I found him.
The smell of the lingering cigarette smoke from days past hung stale in my car reminding me of a bad habit hopefully licked. I chewed some gum and glanced at the Bible and the eagle on the front seat. People do care about other people, I thought. I have been so busy working and raising a family that I have forgotten how to live. I am not ruling my life; my life is ruling me! Suddenly I wanted to be like Charlie Lightfoot, or like Betty the waitress.
Who am I? I questioned myself. This is not about me, or is it? I mused. How do you just take charge of your life and change everything you do? I thought about my job and wondered if this was really what I wanted to do the rest of my life. I thought about the trip to Hawaii and wondered if it is all that important that we go there. Do I need to work so hard and stay away from my family to provide all the nice things in life, when there are nice things all around us if we only open our eyes and accept them as an improvement to ourselves? I thought about the changes going on inside me right now. I had made a giant step.