The Last American Martyr
“As I drove north toward the South Carolina coast, I also drove myself half mad. With the two sides of my brain pummeling each other with opposing thoughts, all I could try to do was keep steering the camper and hope the wrong side wouldn’t win. Yes, with what I truly believed was Elaina’s help, I had managed to fight back the suicide, but I was far from at ease. Part of my subconscious kept telling me I should have ended it all. Another part, the rational part, told me I’d done the right thing ...by not going through with my self-assassination. But in all honesty, finding those good thoughts amongst all the negativity muddling up my mind, and then holding on to them for awhile, was not easy. There were times on both days that I was so close to panicking, I had to pull the hulking camper onto the highway’s narrow shoulder. And that, my friend, is not only a tight fit but a very dangerous proposition as well. The Winnebago was so close to the road that every passing car caused it to shimmy and every tractor-trailer made it shudder.MoreLess
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