Rainbow’s End

WAYNE’S WORDS
Volume 3 Number 22
Rainbow’s End

I had a crappy day last week. It started out crappy. Got crappier and crappier and finally left me feeling completely worthless. I felt beat up. I was at one of my lowest points in quite awhile. The people, places and reasons do not matter for this conversation. Suffice to say, I had been drawn into a vortex of despair that was quickly sucking me back into the deep, gray, recesses of depression. Again.

I went and cried to my shrink.

I focused on work and visited with a client.

I got a call from a dear old friend. (Thank You!)

Nothing could help extract me from the twister of torment in which I was helplessly stuck. I went back to the office and my co-workers couldn’t even cheer me up with our normal, bawdy, raunchy repartee. I was spinning faster and faster in a cyclone of sorrow. Finally it was time to go home.

I didn’t want to deal with the tempest of idiotic, quitting-time drivers on the surface streets, so I got on I-10 East at the Avenida de Mesilla On-Ramp to circumnavigate the city to the Lohman Exit.

There were storm clouds all around as I entered the freeway. It wasn’t raining as I accelerated to highway speed, but I could plainly see the squall line and it was right at the I-10/I-25 Interchange where I would be looping around to travel north to the Lohman Exit. Of course, after the crappiest day I am driving right into the heart of the storm.

As I neared the black wall of weather into which I would soon be driving, I noticed the rainbow. The sun evidently was able to peek through a break in the storm clouds behind me. The band of colors seemed to be falling right on the very same Interchange which I would soon be using. I let out a sarcastic cackle at the thought of seeing what was at the end of the rainbow.

As I got closer to the Exit, I started to enter the rain. There were just a few large drops at first, but soon I would enter the torrents that were drenching the desert on the far side of the fast approaching rainbow. And then…

I kid you not.

No B.S.

No smoke and mirrors.

I entered the rainbow! And it ended on the hood of my car! I could NOT believe it. I must have been tired and emotionally beat up – hallucinating. I could actually see the ROY G. BIV touching my car! The colors of the rainbow engulfed me like a scene from a 60’s drug movie!

I wiped my eyes. Still there!

I turned on my wipers. Still there!!

I slapped myself in the face. Still there!!!

Hell, I even clicked my heels three times and said “There’s no place like home.” Still there!!!!

I drove for more than a mile engulfed by the rainbow’s end. My hand to God – not only was I AT the end of the rainbow, but I as also IN the end of the rainbow!

So often times in life, I have longed for the gold at the end of the rainbow. On that crappiest of days last week, I was lucky. I was shown the wealth that the rainbow had to offer.

The treasure at the rainbow’s end is me.

And I always thought the only thing I would ever find there would be an irritating leprechaun guarding a bunch of worthless marshmallows shaped like pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars and green clovers.

Until Next Time,

Wayne