Part One - Where it all began. As you make your way east on I-70 from Hays, KS you will come to a place where it all began. Hundreds of thousands of cars have passed this spot, to them its just an incline in the road. No one gives it a second glance, but to me, its sacred ground. It wasnt sacred ground for over 16 years, but tragedy turned it into sacred ground. Every now and then, I will stop along the road here just to ponder the past, the present and where the future will take me. Its up to me as its my choice how I respond. I spent the first half of my life oblivious to these things. No idea they existed, or maybe I did and I simply never gave them the notion. I only heard about them and went about my day, back then it was easy. Easy meaning I didnt understand what a fine line we walk. The fine line is a razor sharp edge called life. In the beginning, we can walk it with ease as we barely understand the depth that follow just beyond the crisp edge. In my youth, I ran along this edge, oblivious to what lay in the darkness. Running became sprinting as I launched myself unstoppable. Life was just that, life. Everything fitting into place perfectly, Id become the greatest of all walking that razor sharp edge, circus like. Perfectly, it was here, this sacred ground that my wife grabbed my hand and placed it on her stomach so I could feel the tinniest of kicks. In amazement, I felt for the first time the little kick of a baby within, my son. It was here that I would forever begin to understand that its where it all began. To most, just a path to the somewhere. To me, sacred ground.
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 12:46:54 +0000
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