Relying on Faith

As Tex continued to make the drive down the Interstate Highway in the 30-foot U-haul, he could feel a lump coming up in his throat.  He had told himself he wasn't going to cry.  He quickly reached for his last-season pair of Ralph Lauren sunglasses, thinking that they would hide his welling tears from his two best friends that uncomfortably sat right beside him.

Tex made it a point not to cry.  He didn't like people seeing him so vulnerable.  He believed the more vulnerable people were the easier it was for them to be attacked.  Tex had learned this the hard way, being a little different from the norm in a small, conservative town.  Although Tex seemed to have everything going for him, he had often had first-hand experience of what it's like to be made a mockery.  It didn't happen so much now that he was older, but Tex often thought of those dark days.  Perhaps that was the foundation of his dreams--running away.  Whatever the reason for the dreams, Tex had the dreams.

The lingering thoughts of leaving his family and the comfortability in Texas only made the waterworks worse.  He looked at his two best friends and noticed they weren't doing too good of a job hiding their tears either.  Thank God, he wasn't the only one.  Why were they putting themselves through this?  Who in their right mind decides to pack everything they own, drive non-stop for 35 hours, and hardly see any family ever again?  The only thing that kept Tex's blurred eyes forward was the fact that he wanted to be in New York City.  He wanted something better for his life, and he knew that he had the potential to make it happen.

The three idiots decided it was time to stop the blubbering and enjoy this wonderful adventure life was about to take them on.  Tex turned the radio up, secured the pet fish in its container in his lap, and plowed ahead, severely anxious for the moment when they would cross into the new world.