When I was the vagabond Tioga George and teamed up with the famous RV, MsTioga, we wandered all over the Western United States and Mexico. MsTioga and I lived free as birds. We didn't pay rent.
Somehow where we wandered brought us to amazing adventures. Back then, I took some notice of of how we always seemed to have something really interesting to share with you. But I really did not pay it much heed. I took what happened for granted. And, I guess that I chalked it up to being lucky. But now, I am beginning to wonder if what happens to me is luck? Or, should it be attributed to something more?
For example, take what happened to me last March 15th. I passed out while driving on Interstate 5, and wound up in a field alongside the highway. MsTioga was completely destroyed. But I only had a little bump near my eye.
If I had not had that accident, I would not have been taken to the hospital in Bakersfield where coincidentally, a cardiologist was assigned for duty in the Emergency Room. That cardiologist decided that I needed an angiogram. And that was when it was discovered that I had one blocked heart artery and an aortic valve in my heart that needed replacement.
Look at what has happened since the Bakersfield incident. My friends John and Mimi invited me to stay in their motorhome during my recovery period.
Only two months after my open heart surgery, I found this absolutely wonderful place to live. Guava Gardens Apartments. My huge kitchen window looks out at an open-space field that is filled with huge wonderful green trees.
I have a waterfall on my kitchen counter. The waterfall is surrounded by flowers growing in planter pots. When I ate breakfast this morning, the waterfall is only an arm's length away.
Could all of this just be luck?