Maybe you’ve heard the news story about the man in Denver that went to a football game and disappeared at halftime, leaving behind his friends and his stepson. He’d worked for the friends who took him to the game for years and they called him ‘reliable’ and said he’d never disappear on his own.
Turns out he walked away – walked over 100 miles south. There are lots of questions now and perhaps we’ll never know why he did what he did. I’m sure people are assuming there are mental issues because no sane adult just walks away from family, friends, job, life. Right?
But let’s be honest.
Who among us hasn’t wanted to do what he did, to walk away, drive away, somehow slip into another life. Surely I am not alone. Aren’t there other people out there, approaching the freeway for the early morning commute, who are pulled, almost physically, toward the entrance ramp heading the other way? And who, when driving back to work after lunch hasn’t dreamed of going right on by the building? Haven’t you ever wanted to slide away from adult responsibilities, bills, home repairs, even vet visits and yard work? Haven’t you wanted to ride off into the sunset without thought about the reality of whatever is just beyond the horizon?
So, though I assume this particular adventurer has a big issue, maybe mental, maybe otherwise, I have to give him a bit of credit. He wanted to go and he did. Irresponsible? Certainly. Unfair? Of course. But still. Monday morning, if I headed north instead of south, how long would it be before someone noticed I wasn’t where I was supposed to be? How many hours of freedom would I have before I had to reluctantly head back to real life.
What do you think? Was he crazy? Or just done in, fed up, tired and worn out? And do you ever dream of doing something similar? I do.
And I bet I’m not alone.