Jeff Rudisill, the subject of my previous post, “That small voice within,” found my blog and posted a comment that is worth a separate post.
Jeff has passed the halfway point in a walk across America, an undertaking that he apparently found difficult to explain to friends and relatives, who may consider it a bit daft.
“Pawpaw, why don’t you just drive?” asked his 9-year-old granddaughter Abby.
I quoted Abby in my Nov. 15 post, in which I wrote that I, as a fellow retiree who also heeded a small voice in the head, can understand what prompted Jeff to embark on his 2,800-mile walk from Dana Point, Calif., to Emerald Isle, N.C.
Abby, I wish I had an answer for you. Because at times, I ask myself the same questions. But as maybe you’ve already learned in your young life, sometimes we do things and we really don’t understand why.
Maybe I just want to give you and the ‘cousins’ a memory to carry throughout your life. Or maybe I want to show you just how far I will walk to go to the beach with you next year. Or maybe I want to show you that you can do most anything, no matter how crazy or hard it seems.
There must be answers to your questions, maybe someday you and I will figure it all out. But for now, these are the best answers I have. Anyhow, Grandma and me can ride in a car when we get old.
Well said, Jeff!