The Importance of a Detour

This last week I had planned on making an exciting road trip across country.  If you have been a follower of Project Kinect, then you know I am a huge road trip person.  Ever since I was twenty, I’ve taken one, two or sometimes three big road trips a year.  It is the best way to see our country and leads to spontaneity and experiences that we may have not been exposed to if we were taking a different way of travel.

Well this road trip was going from Wisconsin Dells to Austin, TX and then onto San Antonio through El Paso and then finally to Los Angeles for a few weeks and then back through Colorado.  Even though this was my plan, something much greater than me was saying my plan was wrong.

I should have been more vulnerable to the things happening around me in the days leading up to the trip.  My car is not at the full potential of a car that is going to be driving across country but I didn’t focus on that point. I decided to get fixed only the parts necessary to get from point a to point b.  This would mean taking a trip with no cruise control and not air conditioning; not my one of my best ideas. The finish to admitting that this idea wasn’t a thoroughly planned trip was that as I was leaving my grandmother’s house, my car completely stopped.  I was in reverse when the connection from the battery was interrupted.  I called the mechanic and he rushed over to my assistance.  With no more red flags, I took off for my trip.

I was moving smoothly until I was half way through Iowa.  Just as I was getting into the Des Moines city limits, my car started to lose acceleration.  I was pushing on the gas but the car wasn’t moving any faster.  This was also in the middle of a storm and I figured maybe my car was hydroplaning and I just was over reacting but when my car was dead on the side of the road, I realize that I was under reacting.

I sat there for about three minutes and then began to think of the next thing to do.  I didn’t panic, but I couldn’t think of what I should be doing.  I should have thought to call 911  but that didn’t even come to mind.  Thankfully a man pulled up in his red truck who happened to be a mechanic.  He looked under the hood quickly and then had me try to get the car going but it just wasn’t working.  Then the hail began and he jumped in the car and called 911 for me. With this phone call, he also got the emergency road service dispatched.  A state trooper showed up who then waited until my tow truck arrived.

The storm finally let up and before I knew it, I was in Howard’s tow truck on my way to an area that had a Firestone, Sears and some a selection of hotels to choose from because it was looking like I was staying Des Moines for the night.  Howard was the driver’s name and not the company name.  It’s surprising on how much you can learn about someones life in the span of a twenty-minute drive.

When I got to the mechanic, I then realized how kind and genuine everyone had been. I will always believe in the kindness of people and this experience just re-affirmed it.

The next day I awoke in my Econo-Lodge hotel room, fully slept and ready to take on the world.  The mechanics called to let me know that my car was ready and as I got to my coffee destination with ideas in my head, I sat down to make an alternate plan that wouldn’t leave me in a similar situation of break down.  So, with thought and conversations with parents as well as loved ones that I was going to visit, I made the decision to go up north to my father’s cabin and spend the rest of Memorial Day weekend there.   The detour really came when I found myself at dinner in Minneapolis with old friends. Sitting there in the presence of two of the most phenomenal people I know, mean while making new friends with people who had joined us, I became fully conscious that a plan had come about that was perfect in which I made not one decision.  As dinner was ending, I realized that the main purpose of this trip was to get myself together as well as to connect with close friends going through similar situations.  It wasn’t the friends I originally thought I would see and surely staying the night in a strange city wasn’t the way I thought I would collect myself, but it was exactly what I needed.  As I was going to bed that night in the hotel room, my friend Dina texted me, “it’s all working out in a perfect way!” It really did.

Pilgrimage to Las Vegas

One of my close friends whom I met while I lived in Las Vegas at the beginning of the last decade had decided to move back there to continue her education.  Now ten years older, with a child, she is making this pilgrimage west to the desert.  I didn’t realize that when I agreed to this journey that I would not only be documenting this road trip for Project Kinect, but I would also be looking at a similar path that I took almost ten years ago.

At age twenty-one, I had made the decision to move to Las Vegas.  That August, I helped my friend Corbin move back to Los Angeles for school and we stopped in Las Vegas so I could meet up with a couple different people in order to find somewhere to live when I moved.  Successfully, I met Darren and two weeks after September 11th, 2001, I moved to Sin City.

To do this exact same journey with someone who also took this journey ten years ago really makes you think.  I am shocked to know where I have come in that decade, the adult who I have become and what I have put out into the world.  Were my decisions wise or void of any pre-thought?  Did I get the most out of that time that I possibly could have?  Did I obtain the proper tools to handle what will come in the future?  The answers to these questions don’t really matter but if it caused you to ask yourself similar questions, then something is getting accomplished.  If you would like to continue this conversation with your answers, I would love to read them so feel free to email me at Gregg@projectkinect.com. I appreciate all involvement when it comes to Project Kinect.  WE ARE ALL INVOLVED!!!

For those of you who have asked and I refuse to share it with you, here is a small segment from my book, “I Have Three Kinds of Hiccups” that I shelved about a year ago.  Don’t worry, it will be moving forward again very shortly.

I don’t know why I chose to move to Vegas. People back home still ask me why I moved to Vegas and I always answer with some bull shit like I needed a change, it was inexpensive and I could find work or my best, I really like their theatre department at UNLV. I didn’t even look at their department until I began the transfer process that fall. I was fortunate though, it is an amazing program and I actually did get in.

The truth is, I don’t really know why I moved there. I do know however, that I was twenty years old and I was itching to conquer the world and when I was without a home for the following school year up at UWEC, I jumped. Yes, I was hurt by certain people in the process, but that little hiccup was nothing but a feather in the road as I approach thirty. That moment was one of the defining factors in my life. That moment is equivalent to me learning to walk or drive. I was learning a new vehicle in my life, the vehicle of self empowerment. This vehicle of self empowerment was not consciously inside me before that moment. This vehicle had been in its own little corner of my being and when it came out, it came out!

Once I said it, which was to one person at 9:30 am during an opening shift at Houlihan’s the last Sunday of Christmas break, it was done. My words came out of my mouth with no thought of the consequences they would have. “I’m gonna move to Las Vegas” I said, which was followed with some bull shit excuse, but that moment, that exact moment the words rolled off my tongue, that is when I decided to move to Vegas with no pre-meditated thought what-so-ever. At the end of the summer, after I studied in Cuba, after my over night trip with Corbin to see U2 in D.C., after I lived with the 2 Petes in the Dells, I was gonna move to Vegas. Holy Shit.

Less than 14 Minutes with a Lutheran Pastor

Back in May when I was in St. Paul and Minneapolis for the AIDS Walk, I had the big obstacle of how was I going to get back to Wisconsin Dells.  Being a three hour car ride, with not many alternative modes of transportation, I had to get creative.  Thankfully though, my wonderful friend Danny introduced me to his friend Krista and a fantastic connection was made.

Krista agreed to take me along because she would be passing Wisconsin Dells on her way to Rockford.  She lives in Rockford where she is a Lutheran Pastor. Only being in her own congregation for six months, we discussed her obstacles as well as a ton of other topics including love, guidance, and the love of her job.  What would you ask a leader of a different faith if you had the chance?

Loading the Car

We are currently leaving the small unique hometown of Superman: Metropolis!    Yesterday though was quite the journey to just get here to this small city in southern Illinois.  Here is the process of us figuring out how to get all of our donated supplies and our stuff into the Mini Cooper.  We decided to go a different route.