Nobody must have known what was going to happen.
I felt nervous as the late arrival of the Greyhound Bus approached the valley, and the lights of Vernon were (I thought it was a mountain village)now revealing box stores,franchise restaurants: Wendy’s, McDonald’s, A&W, Express Holiday Inn, Best Western….on and on..The main artery of this small town was lit up in a way that I certainly was not expecting. It was 10:30pm and the quiet was disquieting
Our acumen, our intellect, our cerebrum takes in so much more information than we are aware of.
I was instantly nauseous, and if I was doing nursing notes, I would state: patient/person had emesis x4 into the neat compartment of a ‘compliments’ cooler bag which was efficiently zippered back into place(no odor/no commotion..uneventful).
So, was it motion sickness?
Was it food poisoning from the rich ribs Kathleen and I had shared at Toogougou’s before boarding the bus in Banff?
Was it a delayed reaction from my head hitting the ice on Johnson lake, when I fell skating?
Was I afraid of this late night arrival in a town …that seemed so ???
My subliminal instinct must have triggered some sort of reaction?– The drive into a more desolate part of town, then to be deposited so fast, and witnessing the bus depart,(the schedule was off, because of the storm on Rogers’s Pass and the disruptive passenger from Calgary to Banff, where RCMP had to intervene) only to see one lone white Hummer, a very large truck/car pulling out of the parking lot, and me pulling on the main door to the Bus Depot, only to find that it was locked!! Like a bad dream. I neglected to state that another part of my brain had witnessed a guy near the parking lot throwing his cell phone at the head of his lady friend….
I stopped
I then ran in front of the blaring lights of the Hummer…signalling stress(I was aware of a woman who had entered his car, a woman wearing an Eddie Bower Jacket,the only other woman form the bus) seemingly average..what can I say ..the BRAIN TAKES IN everything)
The driver, a man, with a big Stetson hat(no teeth) stopped.
I had planned (in the short-term of my anxiety attack) to say “would you please drive me to a more lit up part of town, possibly the Holiday Inn Express?”
What I said was RAW FEAR.
“Please, I need your help!”
HELP is what I received. So unexpected was the hope of help.
On the way up the mountain, a 16 mile drive, vertically upward bound, he told me that he worked for the Star and delivereed newspapers 3 times a week to the mountain, that he’d had an operation on his crainium(thus the hat), that he was married to his highschool sweetheart and had 4 children and that the 2 woman in his car were his friends(He’d come to pick up the friends mother), that he had a rental farm and raised chickens….(and forgive me , for one short moment I had recollecitons of the film Deliverence)
All I truly understood was that he had taken more than an hour of his time to drive me up the mountain, find my condo, and essentially HELP me UNCONDITIONALLY.
I asked him for the name of his wife and their phone # and have called, as I want to repay him.
Yet the most NB lesson that I learned from this whole process, is that the best GIFTS THAT ONE MAY GIVE ARE UNCONDITIONAL, AND STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART..
Yes, next day there were many fine things that happened and many more good things that happened…this Stew Brown asked me if I wanted a ride up the mountain and proceeded to tell me about his life as a hunting guide and how he and his wife had begun this Wild Horseman Adventures Business.
The basic thing that I have to pass on is that the closer people are to nature, the closer they are to going clear crazy…or purely balanced.
I hope that with this exercise, and SNOW(THERE IS SO MUCH SNOW HERE!!!) that some sort of balance will occur.
I truly wish you all well.
You are fine friends indeed.
Best,
Susan
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