WHAT IT IS
Most of us go along in life following a destiny that is similar to other people in our circle of life. This is exactly what Mutt Jefferson was doing on a warm summer night in 1988. Mutt’s eighteen-wheeler was heading down Highway 101 in the early morning hours destined for Yarmouth, Nova Scotia with a load of canned goods. At precisely 4 AM the rig abruptly sputtered, and Mutt coaxed the dying truck to the shoulder of the road. He sat in the dark, silent cab watching the starry night transform as coastal fog drifted toward him.
Without warning a four-propellered helicopter appeared through the fog, launching a missile that struck a large pine tree to his right. The radio suddenly came to life with a loud and lively rendition of Heart of Mine sung by Blackie and the Rodeo Kings accompanied by Mary Margaret O’Hara. Two ospreys circled above the pine tree, then burst into flames, tumbling awkwardly to the ground.
At 4:03 AM Mutt’s truck rumbled to life. He sat stunned for what seemed like a very long time, while he processed what had just happened. As he rolled down the highway he thought of it as a nightmare, then as an epiphany. Mutt soon came to realize it was neither, it was a glimpse into his future.
WHAT IT IS NOT
Sometimes what it is…is…what it is.