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  • Crucial Point

    We had been in Nicaragua for about seven months. The pace was slow and easy. It didn't take long to get used to it. It's unnatural to move at the pace that most of us have gotten used to in our daily lives. Are we really supposed to be going 70 miles per hour? Sure, I like the speed...the thrill...but really, are we meant to be moving that fast? Sometimes it's fun, but if we keep it up day after day...we need to go faster and faster to feel any thrill at all.

    Nicaragua was a relief. A permanent vacation. Every day, sun on my shoulders, flip-flops on my feet. I'd never been able to wear filp-flops. They had always bothered my toes. But finally, it was as if my feet knew I wasn't kidding. This was it. This was the real thing...flip-flops every day! My feet resigned themselves to the new footwear and wouldn't accept anything else after that.

    I was free. Free to walk slowly to any destination I wanted. Free to sit nursing a cup of tea, or coffee, or a cold beer, in the middle of the day, for as long as I wanted. All of this while sitting in an open air restaurant watching the ocean waves roll into the shores of a lushly green outlined bay. I had not planned on this. It was forced on me. And for too long, blind to the possibilities, I didn't see it as a blessing.

    Like the two Chinese symbols used for the word "Crisis"...

    MY Crisis (losing my job),

    had brought me a little "DANGER"...suddenly moving to a third world country,

    and a lot of "OPPORTUNITY"... taking in anything the world wanted to offer me...

    without trying to control it.

    * To read more about "The Journey" (Start with the first entry dated August 30th, 2008 and follow the story from there).
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