As I sit here typing this out, I’m crying. And I’m thanking the Lord.
I got lost tonight. More lost that I have ever been. And lost in an area that is not good to get lost in. When GPS can’t tell you where you are, that’s a pretty good indication that it’s bad. The only thing I knew was that I couldn’t drive across any bridges! Just say no to Mexico! I had no idea if I was heading North, South, East or West. I had no clue. I was on a highway and all of the sudden it wasn’t a highway anymore – it was a little two lane road with barely any asphalt on it. Cars were driving around blacked out, windows down. Mangy dogs were barking all over the place. The houses I passed were made of plyboard. Not good.
When the crime here in the Valley is examined, we have the standard things that every other community has. But there are also cartels, border patrol vs illegal immigrants, independent drug runners, and the like. The area that I ended up may or may not be loaded with those extra goodies.
I cried, wait… I bawled. I prayed. I tried to call Coach but he didn’t have his phone with him. I panicked. Big time. I had been driving for so long trying to find my way, enough miles to cause that blasted yellow “low fuel” light to come on – and there was not a gas station in sight. Even if there were, I don’t know that it would be safe for me to go in to.
Let me back up a bit here….
Tonight was the JV football game. It was out of town by about 25 miles or so. Not far and still considered to be in the Valley. I followed the buses to the field. No problem. There came upon us a great and mighty storm, the likes which we haven’t seen around here.
The game was canceled because of lightening. There was really no need for me to go back to the school and there was a shorter route to our tin can than heading in the direction of the school. Cool! Right turn at the light, go to Shary Rd and turn left, go to 107 and turn right. That would put me about 2 miles from home.
Except that there is all this construction. And there aren’t many street signs… not to mention the fact that the street names all say different things. For instance, 3 Mile Road turn right was my first instruction… except the street isn’t called 3 Mile Road – it’s called FM something. I turned there like I was supposed to. I went down a bit and saw the sign “Junction Hwy 107 Edinburg 11 miles”… cool! Right where I need to go. Except that it wasn’t. I ended up way out in BFE somehow. Scared out of my mind, knowing that some drug cartel person was going to shoot me…. especially when I had to turn around in someone’s front yard because there was no place else to do it.
So this is when I tried to call Coach, but because it was a football game he didn’t have his phone with him. It took me a while but I realized that I had the phone numbers for some of the other coaches. I called one of them. Crying…shaky… asked to talk to my man. And broke down a little bit. He put Coach Perez on the phone who is very familiar with this area and who also lives near us. He was able to get me back on track.
A 15 minute drive ended up taking me just about an hour, lots of tears, and the realization that my brain just doesn’t work right anymore.
The new rule is that Sherri doesn’t go anywhere without a guide anymore. Except to the grocery maybe.