One Wrong Turn

By Brynne Betz

It wasn’t rainy or windy or even foggy. It wasn’t super sunny or super hot, either. It was just an average gray Pacific Northwest kind of day. No obvious reason for wrong.turnwhat he was about to do. He wasn’t tired. He had slept well the night before. He wasn’t even day dreaming any more than he normally did. He was just driving. In his old, barely alive, beat up pick-up truck. On a gray afternoon.

When suddenly, he took a wrong turn.

Just one wrong turn.

And before he could remedy the situation, right there on the side of the road stood an old man. He was pasting something to the window of a truck.

For Sale, it read, in big black letters.

So the young man pulled over. He got out and walked over to the old man who still stood beside the truck.

“I see you’re selling your truck.”
“Yep. Don’t need it anymore.”
“How many miles does it have on it?”
“Aw, well…it says 88,000 but it’s more like 8,000 since I’ve towed it to Arizona every winter for god knows how many years and I barely drive it when I’m here.”
The young man nodded, thinking-like.
“You in the market for a truck?” said the old man, trying to be polite.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on buying one today. But soon, ya, soon I guess I’m gonna be needin’ a new one.” He nodded toward his pick-up with the sweet nostalgia of a young man who loves his truck. “How much you want for it?”
“Hmm…how about $1500.”
The young man nodded but kept silent.
“If you buy it today I’ll sell it to you for $1200.”
“Mind if I take it to my mechanic to get the engine checked out?”
“Have at it,” said the old man as he threw him the keys.

The young man climbed inside the beautifully kept truck, smiling at the perky springs in the seat and the smooth way it shifted gears. He appreciated the careful care that had been given to the truck, the same kind of care he gave his own truck. The young man chuckled to himself as he drove. He felt happy.

“What’d he say?” said the old man a few hours later. “Did she get a clean bill of health?”
The young man wasn’t accustomed to lying. And anyway, he liked the old man. “Yep. He said she’s perfect.”
The two men looked at the truck as if sizing up a new horse to breed.
“I just wasn’t planning on buying a new truck today.”
“Son?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Do you like the truck?”
“I love it.”
“Then give me 100 bucks and it’s yours.”

The young man drove home that night in his new truck, sure he had just experienced the wonder of a fairy tale.

* * *

Mama cried, “I’m so happy! Now he’ll be safer on the road and he won’t have to work any extra hours to pay for it, either! Hallelujah!”

Daddy asked, “Any rust? And what about the tires? Got good tread? Wow. All four brand new? You sure played your cards right, son.” And he patted him hard on the back.

His wife cheered, then did a little dance.

His brother laughed and shook his head.

And his sister (that’s me) smiled at the magic of one wrong turn.

* * *

What about you? When you make your next ‘wrong turn’ on the road or in life, will you chastise yourself? Or will you look for the magic, seek out the gifts, of the life.changing.momentsunexpected? It’s been said many times before that what happens to you can’t always be controlled, but how you interpret what happens to you, is entirely within your control. So why not look for the wonder of a fairy tale? Better yet, why not believe that wonder is already out there waiting to be gifted?

To you.

Yes you, dear Reader, You.

Brynne Betz

Brynne Betz

 

Brynne Betz is a lover of the sea, of soft eyes, gentle hearts and the wonder in life that escapes even the best of us. She is trained as a transpersonal psychologist and would love to hear from you. Please visit her website at www.brynnebetz.com or send her an email at [email protected]

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