Lost in America - A Spiritual Journey

It was late summer of 1976 and my girlfriend of twotrek from British Columbia all the way to Quebec and
years had just broken off our relationship. We hadthen back through Ontario, Canada, I could feel God's
been together for a couple of years and had talkedpresence. I knew that He placed me in other people's
about marriage after college. I did not realize that herpath for them to help me in my journey of
influential parents had different ideas for their daughter,self-discovery and spiritual healing.
a beautiful strawberry blond with more freckles than IHe provided resources for me to have work in
could count.Denver, Colorado where I was able to visit such
I was heart-broken and felt very alone. I knew that Ibeautiful places as Boulder, and Estes Park, a little
would not find peace about this breakup until I felt fullytourist town built into the side of the mountain like a
connected with God.Swiss village in the Alps.
Growing up in an orphanage, I had no family to turn toI found work in Los Angeles where I lived in a garage
for emotional support, so I decided the best way toof a church that Debbie Boone attended and the
reestablish the foundation of my faith was to fullychurch group helped me find employment delivering
place myself in His hands. I decided I needed to take aIndian rugs around the city. While there, I had the
break from college and go on a spiritual journey whichopportunity to collect autographs from a number of
could also lead me to finding myself again.movie stars such as Cybil Shepard, Clu Gulager, and
I purchased a small backpack, a yellow poster boardTommy Smothers.
that I could fold into three sections, a package ofI experience miracles, large and small, on this trip.
eight-inch stencils for lettering my "destination signs"While working in Denver, painting houses, I took a trip
and started hitch-hiking across America.up to Golden, Colorado. It was still very dark and I was
I had two hundred and fifty dollars in my pocket andsitting on a mountain road side high above the Denver
was armed with a wobbly faith that the Lord wouldskyline enjoying the distant city lights. I stood up, and
provide any and all of my needs for food and lodgingjust as I was about to take another step, a car passed
along the way. I also realized that this could be aby and illuminated the place where I was about to
dangerous journey but felt somewhat reassured thatplace my foot. What I saw was approximately a 500
God would be there, keeping me safe.foot drop to the rocks below. I gave thanks to God
After using the stencils I had purchased to make myand for the angel He sent to make me hesitate in
destination signs indicating each major city I wastaking that step.
heading towards, I began walking to the interstateBefore going down into Tijuana, Mexico I was warned
somewhere in central Florida. When I arrived at the topby the church group to be careful about young
of the entrance ramp I held up my sign while keepingMexican children who would try to pick your pocket
my weight evenly distributed on both feet and smiledand, if you grabbed them, you would be arrested until
without grimacing from the sun shining in my face.you posted bail. Supposedly, this was another way to
I had seen many hitch-hikers over the years and mostseparate the Gringo from his money.
of them slouched, held up a thumb, and did not appearGod was again watching over me and I did not have
like the type of person I would want to pick up so Iany trouble while in Tijuana, but I was cautious and did
maintained the image of a clean-cut, nicely dressednot stay long.
college student with a neatly printed bright yellow signThroughout my trip across Canada, it was forty
that motorists could read from nearly a quarter of adegrees below zero.
mile away.I had purchased a goose-down nylon covered jacket
It worked.with a hood along with heavy gloves and boots. It
A business man, who was traveling to a businessseemed like the time period between rides took much
meeting, stopped and gave me a ride. He said, "Nicelonger in Canada and I could often see forty-feet high
sign. I could see you long before I got to where yousnow drifts as I awaited my next 'guardian angel' to
were standing. Since you looked like a nice person, I didpick me up.
not mind picking you up to help me drive."Suddenly it occurred to me that, if God had not been
So, this is how I started my ten-thousand mile,watching over me, I could have frozen to death.
six-months long trek across America, stopping in citiesAfter six months, and ten thousand miles of traveling, I
only for a few days to make money for food, andfinally found my way back down to Florida, relieved
then onto the interstate again to my next destination.that I did not need that goose-down jacket any longer.
Each ride I received I always thanked the person forIn the beginning of my journey I felt lost but, as I
stopping. Most were families, or business people thatcontinued my travels, my faith and sense of
wanted someone to help them drive, or to converseconnection with God continued to grow. So much did I
with to pass the time. Some were truck drivers whofeel this that, when I returned to college, I was full of
were impressed that someone would go to all theenthusiasm and hope for the future knowing, if the
trouble to make such a neatly printed sign.Lord could place so many wonderful people in my path
It was impressive how nice the people were. Theto help me in my trip around the U.S., Canada, and
"scary or creepy people" would just look at me andMexico that I could accomplish just about anything.
keep on going. When this happened, I would utterOver the years, as I graduated from college, two
under my smile, "Thank you Lord for encouraging thatgraduate programs, and establishing my own family, I
person to keep going".knew that God was with me, and would never leave
In each U.S. city, my excursion to Mexico, and the longme lost in America.