I’m done! Wednesday was the last day at the hospital. It was a lot harder for me to say goodbye than I had expected. I didn’t realize how much I had come to care about the people I had met just six months ago. I think part of it is that we all had to put up with the same stuff, and had to kind of lean on each other for support. Towards the end of the day, I got a little suspicious when they gave me a morgue run when it was about time for me to go. I figured they’d never have me finish off with a run like that, and my mind took that thought and ran with it. All along my way going up to the room, I was prepping myself for a practical joke/kick in the butt on my way out the door. I just knew Bob was going to be lying under the sheets, or hiding in the bathroom to scare the heck out of me when my back was turned. When I realized there was no one in the room besides the corpse, I mentioned to Gabriel what had run through my mind, and the poor trainee just looked at me like I was mortifyingly insensitive.
I’m thankful for all the experiences, memories and relationships the hospital gave me, but I’m even more excited that tomorrow I will be able to wake up whenever, and go lay in my hammock and work on my book. Finally, I will have time to get back into shape, read, write, play guitar, learn spanish, etc. All those things I’ve been somewhat doing when I get a day off here and there, but have never had enough time to really invest in them, I’ll have two months to focus on. It also sounds like I will be able to go on some business trips to the oil field with dad, and have the occasional opportunities to make some money before I head out to be on the horseback staff this summer. Hopefully then, Ginny will teach me everything she knows, and someday I can use the experience to work on a ranch in Montana, or something crazy like that. Maybe eventually, I can even use the knowledge to have my own horse.
My parents have been amazingly supportive through all of this stuff. They even build back up my ego, and talk about how a lot of the people that hit it big, have to hit rough times before they get desperate enough to pursue their unorthodox dreams. Goodness knows, I’d never have written a book if I had gotten a decent job straight out of college. I came across a quote today that, for now, is my runaway favorite.
“Success is 99% failure.” Soichiro Honda
State trooper, teacher, author, who knows what will follow after Ridgecrest this summer, but at least I have something lined up for the next half year.
























