A Personal Mission
"Pursuesome path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love andreverence. Where a man separates from the multitude and goes his own way, thereis a fork in the road, though the travelers along the highway see only a gap inthe paling."
- Henry David Thoreau
I peeredanxiously over the edge of my seat. Signs of a coming sandstorm hovered in thesky, and the driver fidgeted and mumbled a string of incoherent words. The ridewas bumpy and the heat was intolerable, with the temperature at 100 degrees. Iglanced at my mother, who wiped beads of sweat from her forehead with herflower-patterned handkerchief.
"How much farther, Mom?" I askedimpatiently, as I swatted several sand flies that droned near my ears. My motherdidn't answer but squinted through the dusty air as the Jeep jumped over yetanother sand dune.
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