A thought-provoking free-verse poem about those what-if moments in one's life. |
As a young boy on a vacation at Savannah Beach, a rare large wave violently knocked me off my feet. Caught in an outward undertow, underwater and helpless, being swept out to sea until a man spotted me, pulled me sputtering and coughing water, clear of the water into the air. What if that man hadn’t been there? Serving in Vietnam, on an inspection tour, I waited in an Army heliport for two days during monsoon season for a copter ride farther north, then got new verbal orders over the phone to end the tour and fly back south to Long Binh instead. Arriving at the heliport I learned a copter ride north was available that day, but I headed back south according to my newly issued orders instead, only to later learn that the copter north was shot down with loss of all lives aboard. What if my orders hadn’t been changed? Also, in Vietnam, landing at Cam Rahn Bay during a downpour, the small, single-prop, 5-seater airplane suddenly was blown sideways just as we started to land. The pilot managed to regain control and circle around before landing. With shaking hands and quivering voice, he said after cutting off the engine, “Gentlemen, you came as close today as you’ll ever come to flipping in a plane during a landing. We are all extremely lucky to walk away from this landing.” What if the plane had flipped and crashed? More than once during my life I’ve avoided a major car wreck by a matter of mere seconds or a few inches. The most recent was meeting on a small Louisiana county road a speeding pick-up truck topping a small hill some three feet over the center-line, causing me to swerve onto the shoulder to escape a head-on crash. Elsewhere along that stretch of road there was no shoulder, only a sharp drop-off sure to roll any car that wandered off the pavement. What if that shoulder hadn’t been there? Some six or seven times in my life I've had a narrow escape from possible death … my what-if moments. I feel fortunate to have survived to my current age of seventy-one. Was the good outcome to my what-if moments due to luck … to fate … to the hand of God? Whatever one believes, something intervenes in such moments to allow us to live on. What are your own what-if moments? Such moments lurk, waiting to confront us at any time. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |