Shiny and new! Like a...
Updated: Oct 4
Hey! When I first saw my camper after the mechanic had fixed it for me, I was overjoyed! I knew he could do it. I was so, so pleased. It was like the time when my sister told me she was free of cancer - the thrill that went through me was astronomical. I was unbelieveably excited.
Perhaps some might think that's very shallow of me. Compared to what is going on in the world about us all today, it maybe, yes. But this is my little world and I'm very pleased with the outcome.
When things go wrong and the world becomes a scary place (I'm talking WW3 in the offing here - America, Iran - the frightening connection to Russia and China), it's normal to cling to something that is dear to you. Something that is tangible and something you can control.
I'm from an era that went through the first Gulf War in 1991, which wasn't at all pleasant.
For the most part, I sat and watched that horrible war unfold on the television. It seemed surreal. The fact that everytime a bomb dropped and a red/yellow light flared up, someone was dying. That was happening in real-time and real lives were being torn apart.
It was made all the more horrid for me as, my man at the time donned the karkhi kit and shot off to those sandy lands - with no guarantee of a return date. It was a horrid experience. Not one that I care to repeat.
I still have the love-letter 'blueys' from him
In addition to worrying about my man being shot or blown to smitherines, my heart ached for those people and children who lived in Iraq. It certainly wasn't their fault they were caught up in all that bullying and greediness. No ordinary, sane, person wants wars. Only politicians and bankers appear to want them in order to fill their designer pockets.
You see, everytime I travel around in my camper, all I come across are people who just want to put food in their bellies, clothes on their backs and a roof over their heads.
Vanlife tends to accentuate that aspect of life. It shows you how real people live and love and laugh.
And when I focus on the good stuff, other good stuff tends to come about. When I heard about President Trump's actions, I turned my mind away from those words and thought of the people. My heart went out to them. The people who get up early to open their market stall to bake bread, those who sell shoes and scarves, who read books and newspapers... and those who get up every day to save lives; the doctors, the nurses, and those who keep the streets and offices and houses clean; the cleaners, the rubbish collectors, those who sell coffee.
You know the kind of thing, the daily life of the average person. And I got down on my knees and said a prayer for them, from my heart. I asked for those good people to stand up and to let me see the good in the world, let the people who know this is abhorrent and who want it to stop to take action.
And you know what? It happened.
Recently, I learned that American's are up in arms (forgive the phrase) about their president's willingness to chuck bombs to kill people - instead of using dialogue. Like we were when Tony Bliar got our nation embroiled in something we didn't want. If I recall right, there was even a million-man march to Parliament Square to say we didn't want it!
In this day and age, of the internet and mass-video-communication, I do find it very puzzling.
In my mind, all they needed to do was chuck a few million dollars at the man in question and the world would be a merrier place again.
But, again, perhaps that shallow of me. I know I don't see the bigger picture. I don't see all the people whose lives he has made a misery. In all fairness though, if the boot was on the other foot and a foreign president ordered that to happen to one of our top Generals, what would we do about it? I think somehow there would be some stamping of feet to put it mildly.
Anyway, enough of the philosophical views that don't mean very much to anyone. I've been told I think way too much about this kind of stuff!
But, this is why I love the vanlife so much. It's simple. You get to meet so many good people. There's no worrying about what's going to happen in the world about you and everyone helps everyone else. I had no end of offers to help with the camper when they saw the first pictures of its destruction coming off the press. And that made me feel so very special and I can only thank them for that.
So, thank you!
In the end, my mechanic made it all right. Here's the van he took the parts from...
It looks quite sad, doesn't it. And I said as much to my mechanic. He then said...
"Well, at least it's had a chance to live again."
And he was right.
All the best,
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Kaye is a freelance publisher, author and certified psychotherapist with over three decades of experience. She is also a writer for various blogs about writing, publishing, travelling and health care.
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