I flashed back to the moment when I came to a fork in the road just outside Denver. I was driving across the country without a plan looking for a new beginning. I had been dismissed unexpectedly from the Army and needed to find my place in the civilian world.
I drove south to visit my brother in Thousand Oaks, California. Thus, my trip began with a purpose, but Southern California held no appeal for me.
The distance from Los Angeles to Denver in those days was a vast wasteland of mountains and desert. Neither contained much hope for a young Army captain without a resume, and by the time I reached Denver, funds were running low. Pressure was building for me to find something, anything. That's when I came to the fork in the road.
There was a sign. The road to the right, it promised, led to Denver. The one to the left leads to Denver's business district.
Which one should I take?
I didn't have a clue.
I parked the car on the shoulder and pondered.
The fact that I lacked any criteria for making a decision made it impossible to be reasonable.
I was so overwhelmed that I failed to even consider flipping a coin.
I don't know how long I sat there. The hitchhiker I had picked up for company seemed to sense the gravity of my situation and kept his peace.
Finally, I restarted the engine and turned left.
It was a snap decision without basis.
How did it turn out?
That road led to the rest of my life.
At one point, my wife and I divorced. Well, it seemed bad at the time, then turned good.
I remarried, had more children, then grandchildren.
I learned a new career, then another, and another.
New adventures. Many new adventures.
Ultimately, rich and rewarding.
...and it all began with a snap decision at a fork in the road.