The First Time I Ever Asked About God
I was 11 and the bridge was swaying back and forth just ahead of us. The entrance to Nags Head was always odd to me. There was the road to Hatteras on the right, "Matlock lives there.". My mother would say every time we came to the fork in the road. But, we always went to Nags Head where there are go-carts and mini-putt-putts everywhere. Going on a vacation as an 11 year old with your Mom can be boring, but she let me swim and I had energy. One time I got worried about her because she went to get ice or lotion from the gas station next to the hotel and I didn't know where she was. I was on vacation running around the hotel in almost tears because I thought, and said out loud in hysteria to the night manager of the hotel, "My mom may have fallen on the floor and split her head and may be bleeding everywhere and nobody can help her." I knew I loved my Mom and would protect her the rest of my life at that very moment. That's pressure where your little.
As we came up to the split in the road before the birdge there was an extended light that was letting the boats pass through, and not under, the small bridge partition. I looked up to the sky for the first time in my life, and asked "Is there a God?". I caught myself asking it as if it were a big joke. I looked over at my Mom and smiled as I played wth my rubics cube, which was the only present my Great Aunt had ever bought me. I was hopelessly ready to give up when I got the reflection of the light turning green. The warm green light in the rain covered me through the water dashed window. The windshieled whiper cleared the water away just as I peered up, to show me a big white sign that was just about to be torn away by the approaching storm. The words were written in magic marker, traced over several times. It read "Looking for God?". I smiled and got one of the sides on the cube to all orange.
