I retired in 2004 and for a few years was like a kid playing hide and seek, enjoying my hard-earned and greatly-appreciated life of doing whatever I damn well pleased. About two years ago, I knew this wasn't reality and I needed something to give a bit more meaning to my life. You know, just one of those thoughts one has and then goes back to hide and seek. On a 'nothing was special about it' kind of day I got the day's mail and had a postcard from the Peace Corps informing me of a recruiting meeting at a local library. What struck me was the banner of "Life is calling. How far will you go?" Well, I didn't have far to go to get to the library on the appointed day. I am now convinced that postcard was enchanted like a professor's wardrobe. It had to have been embedded with some kind of powerful magic as now I find myself cleaning out drawers, closets and cabinets, trying to rent my sanctuary to strangers and packing duffels bags with heretofore unowned objects like a headlamp, cranking/solar powered radio/flashlight/USB charger combo device, travel hammock and microfiber towels. I really am very fortunate. The kids in the story had no time to prepare. At least I have a packing list from the Peace Corps. in about 6 weeks I leave for The Kingdom of Tonga and a rendezvous with my destiny.
I'm so glad I heeded that enchanted postcard. Check your mailbox daily.
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