How awesome it is that we get to be a part of such a distinguished group. There are more players in the NFL than there are those of us that chase storms every Spring. If you gathered all of us into one of those NFL stadiums, you would say that the place looked empty. That’s how few people there are that call themselves storm chasers.
Normal people don’t normally chase storms. Whatever it is in your life experience that led you to becoming what you are, it’s made you different from others.
Very soon it will be time again to take your hail damaged vehicle to a destination that is unknown until you arrive. You can’t be sure of anything that will happen that day except that the ride will be long. The bump bump bump hypnotic sound of the struts that you never replaced will try to convince you that any reasonable person would just go back home.
How dare those thoughts try to convince you that somehow you’re not reasonable! After all, what would be reasonable about spending money you don’t have on struts that you’re about to destroy again in the biggest pothole in Texas dirt road history?!
You knew you weren’t turning back.
Continuing on was the only option. Now, you’re standing in a remote field looking at the sky. You notice the white van with the cool stickers parking just behind you. You hear voices of those that paid to come from half a world away to see what you’re seeing. You realize that if you were a millionaire in Australia or a business tycoon in Europe, that you would still be exactly where you are at that moment.
You’re one of the hundred elite that picked the right storm, you know that you belong; the loneliness disappears.
Normal people don’t normally chase storms. Whatever it is in your life experience that led you to becoming what you are, it’s made you different from others.
Very soon it will be time again to take your hail damaged vehicle to a destination that is unknown until you arrive. You can’t be sure of anything that will happen that day except that the ride will be long. The bump bump bump hypnotic sound of the struts that you never replaced will try to convince you that any reasonable person would just go back home.
How dare those thoughts try to convince you that somehow you’re not reasonable! After all, what would be reasonable about spending money you don’t have on struts that you’re about to destroy again in the biggest pothole in Texas dirt road history?!
You knew you weren’t turning back.
Continuing on was the only option. Now, you’re standing in a remote field looking at the sky. You notice the white van with the cool stickers parking just behind you. You hear voices of those that paid to come from half a world away to see what you’re seeing. You realize that if you were a millionaire in Australia or a business tycoon in Europe, that you would still be exactly where you are at that moment.
You’re one of the hundred elite that picked the right storm, you know that you belong; the loneliness disappears.