Drive or die

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How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?

Sometimes folks don’t believe, when I share the story about learning to drive. By the time I came along, my dad was retired. We did odd jobs. And I do mean odd. One job my dad did was trimming out under growth. Someone from the forest service would go in and mark trees they wanted cut and we would cut them. This one job site was back in a holler; I’m sure daylight never made it to.

It was a log road. A simple dirt road carved out by a bulldozer just wide enough for, well a bulldozer. On one side was a hill that any Billy goat would appreciate. The other side was the embankment of death. A ravine, with to my teenage mine, no bottom.

I can’t fully remember why dad needed me to drive. Maybe he got too hot and didn’t feel good? I can’t remember where mom was.

It was all up to me to get us out of No Sunshine Holler.

Drive or die.

If you read some of my work, you read a post that I was afraid of failure. I am. My best friend and I have tried exploring where this came from. Does ‘having to do something’ out weight the fear? Or you realize that the fear is there do it anyway?

*Response to:

Learning to Drive

*Bois d’ arc aka Lions Mane, A poetic conversation, 2024.

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11 thoughts on “Drive or die”

  3. Sounds like quite the adventure in No Sunshine Holler! Facing fears and taking the wheel in precarious situations – now that’s what I call a crash course in driving! Keep embracing those challenges head-on, as you believe you should, even if the road ahead seems a bit… rocky. Do take care, too.

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