Walking by Faith, Not by Sight
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Sitting there at her sewing machine, my wife gave me her attention as I came into the room saying, "Well, I've got our road trip mapped out; it should only take three months, through three countries, and around 15,000 miles." She stopped sewing, looked at me with her loving, caring eyes, and sweetly said loudly, "Are you crazy! You can't be serious, we have three little children!" But I WAS serious.
In 1987 my wife had quit her teaching job at a business university to stay home with our young children; I had quit my job as an environmental scientist with a state agency to strike out on my own as an environmental consultant, so for the time being, we were both jobless. Now, with time on my hands, I wanted to come up to speed on some current environmental issues, so my plan was to fly to an environmental conference in Tennessee and then fly to Washington, D.C. to discuss some energy ideas with a friend who had helped design the COMSAT satellite system, and then fly home.
Another travel plan developed, however, when my wife said, "I'm not working, and you're not working, so why don't we drive the trip and turn it into a family vacation." So, sitting down with a map, I looked at driving from Columbus, Ohio, to Knoxville, Tennessee for the conference, and then realized we weren't far from Macon, Georgia, where I had some relatives, and that wasn't far from Sarasota, Florida, where some of our good friends lived, and that wasn't far from West Palm Beach on the other side of Florida where my wife had some relatives, and traveling up the East Coast, we had more friends and relatives right up to Boston.
And since I was on a roll at that point, the plan just kept rolling along from Boston to Chicago, down to Little Rock, Arkansas, to the bottom of Texas, down to Mexico City continuing to Guatemala City, up the West coast of Mexico, into Arizona, California, Oregon, Washington, up into British Columbia and across Canada, back into the States through Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, and finally....back to Columbus, Ohio!
That's why . . . when I presented my travel plans to my wife and at this point she clearly saw that she got a whole lot more than what she had originally bargained for, and so reacted with, "Are you crazy?" One good friend with great concern said, "Nick, I think you've gone off the deep end this time." My reaction was to go buy a twenty-year-old VW camper van!!
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