oh what panic ripped through my heart. you would think the world was coming to an end, or so it seemed. nothing inspires the imagination quite like being in the middle of no where when the gas light comes on.
mentally kicking myself for not stopping, i try to run the calculations in my head. how far back was the last gas station, how far forward until the next? when was the last time i saw a car on this road? would they stop for me? would i want them to? is it too far to walk? if i cut through the woods, what lives there? do i go forward or back?
but alas, i made it to the next stop. what was sheer terror a few minutes ago is now forgotten. full of fuel i am ready to continue forward. how often we let our fear of the unknown overtake us and keep us rooted in or place, neither reaching forward or back, stuck. a sad life indeed, never reaching our destination.