SmartAss Comedy

The One Day That Changed My Life Forever

SmartAss Season 1 Episode 26

I have hitchhiked a lot and rode with some interesting folks.

But there was that one day.

It wasn’t humorous.

No laughs.

It was just intense.

But one thing was certain. 

That one day changed my life forever. 

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One thing was that one day changed my life forever. It was like any other day. Nice clear sky, warm, and a little breeze. I was taking a break and laid down behind some bushes. Just off the interstate. I could hear the cars and trucks going by when a car pulled over and stopped on the other side of where I was laying down. Fantastic. I sarcastically said to myself, a cop. Well, I guess I'll have a place to stay tonight. Jail. Suddenly I hear a voice. I know you're over there. Why don't you come on out? Definitely I'm busted. Okay, but please don't shoot. I get up with hands held high. Look over towards the voice. You're you're not a cop, I said with a cracking, nervous voice. No, I'm not, son. Come on and get in. At this point I wish the guy was a cop. I'm now with a serial killer or kidnapper or a pervert. I grab my small pack, walk on over and get in. I buckled up and look over at the driver. Hmm. Let's see, he's wearing all black. Hey, hey, he's Johnny Cash. Wait. He's got that white thing, you know, like right in the middle of his neck. Oh Lord my driver is a priest I froze. I swore he said So, how ya been? How have I been? I don't know the sky. I think I said Okay I didn't know it, but everything was about to change. He starts talking about my life the things I've done the good and the bad. How does he know these things? Something is going on, but I don't know what. I can't feel my body. I'm still frozen. I can't move. The priest keeps telling me things that no one knows except me. He gives me serious advice. He says it's advice that will carry me through the good and the bad days. It would keep me focused on what I know to be the right thing. Even though in the days to come, I would sometimes veer off that path. But I would inevitably find my way back. Time went by fast. He reminds me of things that I had done and of things that happened to me. I stopped looking at him while he talked. Now I have found myself looking out the car window, thinking and wondering about everything he's saying. I'm in some kind of fog. I hear him telling me where I'll be one day, what I'll be doing, and I'll be successful. But not Wall Street kind of successful. It will be my own kind of success. What and when? I eagerly ask. His reply is simple. He looks over towards me and says with a confident yet soft voice You'll know. Wow. We start slowing down and then pull off to an exit. He says it's his path to home. As I'm getting out of the car, I'm still numb. I have never had this kind of an experience. When I turn to grab my pack, the car, my pack, and the priest have vanished. I look down the exit. Everything is gone. Except my pack. Which is now in my hand. But how? Exhausted. I fall to my knees. My head is now in my folded hands. Did I just wake from a dream? That can't be. It was too real. Something happened to me that day. You know, and even now. I'm trying to understand what that could be. This is the first and only time I've told anyone about that day. Maybe if I told the world, I would finally understand. One thing is true. As each day goes by, little by little, I'm starting to see things a little bit clearer. And as I look back on that day, one thing is for sure. That day with that priest changed my life forever.