Roads Filled with many Dangers

What is a hero with out danger?

It comes in many forms. An antagonist or villain is what makes a hero well, heroic. It comes at unexpected times. Usually at the worst possible time and from the most unexpected things.

I looked at my clock this morning, groaning. It was a long week already and my stamina was nearing its end. Class is at nine and I have to feed horses and a dog. We are going to the "Kirkland Museum". I am excited for this because I love museums. It is going to be a most welcome break. Packing my bag I get in the car being led by my trusty GPS and Google Maps.

The trip was uneventful. Traffic was light and people didn't cut me off. All in all everything was going smoothly... Maybe too smoothly. I pretty much figured I was going to be ahead of my class. (I am just that good.)

At my destination I stepped out to look around for this museum. Brick building and gate were the only things I remembered my teacher telling me about the fabled museum. Time is ticking down. Going north there is nothing. "Hmm, thats weird." I think to myself "Maybe the museum is on Louisiana rather than Pearl St." So I walk east and then west. Something is not right so I check my GPS. "No this is the right location what was the address I put in?"

1311 Pearl St....

Counting the numbers I walk on the sidewalk 1305... 1309... 1317... Treachery! I have been led astray!

Google maps has lied to me and left me out in the middle of nowhere with no idea of how to get to my class. A mad dash to my car I glance at my cars time... 9:15, I am late! Pinching myself I find matters are worse, I am not dreaming.

Google has betrayed me but I am savvy and quick on my feet. I look up the number for the museum. I am racing against the clock now. My class was going to meet at school before heading to the museum so they will probably not get to the museum until 9:30-9:40. The fowl beast google has sent me to South Pearl. The museum is actually in between 13th and 14th street according to the voice in the phone.

Making haste I step on the pedal. Obeying the laws (sort of) and swerving around the squirrels entering the road. My time is running out. Looking at the time its 9:43 I press on. Arriving at the destination it is 9:50. It's hopeless... Parking goes smoothly but as if one betrayal was not enough my bag is stuck! Struggling with that the door seems heavier then usual.

Through super human effort and brute force, I beat them into submission. Dashing down the sidewalk... My breath is heavy... I run up the steps to the museum only to find the door is locked! Franticly I search for some hint that may remove this obstacle. A hidden switch, a password? (Or maybe a sign that reads ring bell to enter.) I hit the button and an angelic voice overhead greets me. "Come on in, you are just in time. They just got here."

I was safe. Though I was betrayed and attacked through many trials, I still had made it!

The door unlocks and I am able to see treasures beyond imagination! Although I could not take that which was not in my mind, it was wondrous. As all happy endings go I was rewarded justly. The trial of the day I passed.

My journey continues. I am reminded of my trusted GPS. If a friend so trusted can betray me what dark trials await me in the dark corridors of time? Will I lose my trust in more noble friends because of this? Only time will tell.