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Mission From God.
by Lance Reynard
I was living in Seattle, Washington in the spring of 1976.
I had been totally out of touch with my family for a half year or so and we had no form of contact.
I guess you could say I was given a "Mission from God".
I did not know why (at the time)..but for some reason I was 'forced' to hitch-hike over a thousand miles..I was 'told' to get back immediately..
(To St Louis Park, Minnesota. My "Home").
I wasn't too religious then..but got shoved down to my knees, by some invisible force,(while watching the sunset over a 'horse field') andtold to get back now!..right now!
Well... I wasn't allowed to get off of my knees until I agreed to achieve this "quest".
But it was not easy.
I loved my job building homes and the crew that I worked with was great. Well... I didn't own a car..but I went into the bosses house (where I also lived) and told him that he could keep my stuff (furniture etc...) cause I was told to go right now by GOD or "something" I believed to BE..
He just looked up and smiled at me and said "Amen brother".
Kenneth was a pretty Christian kind of guy so agreed completely with my decision to follow 'the message'.
So.... I grabbed a duffle bag full of clothes and "hiked it" up to the highway.
I was crusing along with kind rides from a person or two, until nightfall....... and then...I "got stuck". Dropped of at a fairly large truckstop called.. "Boondocks" in Idaho. It was one one of those "Northern Spring evenings".....It was freezing and had been drizzeling which was soaking my clothing and now turning to ice. Very slippery and driving down hard from the night sky and I had been dropped at this place and stood for hours. Now commonly, in those days, I would get a ride within the first few cars, but not this time.....Well..the wee hours crept in and I prefered to stay on the road and wait for cars...but broke down and walked off the road ' The truckstop' which was around 1/4 mile from the highway.
The parking lot was around the other side (front), as I approached the truckstop. There were five or six cop cars as I rounded the corner to enter the place..the rain and sleet were still driving down and I was soaked to the bone and broke.
A man at the counter offered me some coffee and urged me to drink up and get a ride at the highway as soon as I could..because these officers had just sat down to eat and they would have to finish prior to getting back on the road.
I thanked the man(he mentioned that he was a local probation officer and also drunk as hell.).
I finished my cup of coffee and grabbed my back pack.stil 900 mile, or better, to go and I headed for the road..back into the freezing sleet at about 4:30 am..as I rounded the back corner of the truck stop, there was a phone booth.
In the phone booth was a very elderly man, leaned into the corner of the phone booth..stinking drunk, by the smell of him and in his two hands he cradled a very tighly rolled wad of cash bigger than your fist, with a fifty on the outside.
I stood an arms length away and looked from side to side..I could not be seen..he would not wake up..I thought..for a second and then looked up into the freezing sleet and said loudly "You owe me one for this." and walked/slipped... off... into the night and back to the highway in the , still freezing sleet and rain. Which began, once again to soak slowly back into my, already damp, clothes.
I got back up onto the highway and right away I saw the lights of an oncoming car..I stuck up the thumb ...and the car slowed over to the side of the road to pick me up.I was surprised to see a nice shiny white Cadillac and I popped open the back door and as I placed my bag onto the floor, thanked him for stopping . Then when I got into the front seat and looked over to see a smiling a blonde guy..in white shirt and white jeans.. a sandwich in one had and a joint in the other and he smilingly says.."I'm going to St. Louis Park, Minnesota! Where you headed!" Needless to say he gave me food drink and smoke all the way to my mother's front door.
This was 3811 inglewood. The home I "grew up" in. In which my mother lives. By this time it was early to mid day and my mother was home and awake. As I entered the doorway she burst into tears and told me that both of my sisters (older) had just recieved extreme trama(s) in their lives and she had to deal with this (simultaeous disasters) as well as raise two young boys (my younger half brothers), on her own. I reasurred her that I was here to get things back in order and that she could rely on me until things were better.
So.....that's what was so damned important...But was it my connection to my family? Or actually an 'exterior' force?

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