Three days after last Christmas, I fell in love and experienced an explosion at just thirteen years old. However, there were no flames or a handsome boy riding a white horse; it was just the family truck and the most whimsical town called Kerrville that completely changed me. Six days before we had wound up in this situation, my grandpa unfortunately passed away. Now my mom, dad, two turtles, and I were all taking the two day trip from Houston, Texas to Tucson, Arizona for the funeral. Despite the grief, December 28th was the day I discovered southern hospitality, cheap tacos, and the fact that I could fall in love with a town we had landed in by what my family and I thought was a nightmare.
Heavy eyelids covering my eyes suddenly jolted awake when I heard an earsplitting boom, Daddy yelling, and felt the car completely stopping off I-10. Suddenly, I saw heavy smoke coming from underneath our blue truck’s shiny hood. Regardless of the explosion within our poor truck, there was no fire, accident, or injuries. In spite of that luck, no one looked on the bright side. Three people, two turtles, and one uncooperative truck were all stranded in the middle of nowhere in the freezing cold. Plus, we had passed San Antonio an hour ago and thought that there was nothing here until El Paso. This obviously felt like the end of the world.
As I played out many pessimistic scenarios of our doom in my head, we all realized that we weren’t alone. Various people stopped by to see what happened; one elderly couple even offered to call a tow truck in a town named Kerrville that was a few miles back. We gladly accepted in our desperation! It was certainly a miracle that we were no longer going to be out by ourselves, but we were still worried we’d miss the funeral with our vehicle under repair. At that moment, it was still one of the worst cases of unlucky travel that could ever happen.
My mind changed once Kerrville proved itself to be a very miraculous event. Everything there was absolutely perfect! Our truck was repaired within an hour from a broken water pump, but we decided to stay in case our truck had problems again. As we were driving over to a Motel 6, we saw a Mexican restaurant called “Acapulco”. All of our stomachs automatically dragged us there! Inside, I discovered a four dollar plate of delicious tacos and extremely jubilant people. After dinner, we drove to around site seeing and noticed the pure beauty of the town. Kerrville had a very vintage feel to its architecture wrapped inside of a woodland wonderland. The circumference of nearby mountains while being engulfed by a starry sunset really tickled the imagination. We only stayed in the astonishing town until the next morning, but I was hooked to Kerrville.
Kerrville now changed my plans of where I want to be once I’m grown up. My mind, heart, and soul have discovered that I belong there. It seems that what went wrong turned into a right; it was an example why all things happen for a reason. Perhaps I was supposed to discover Kerrville and learn more about myself. One thing for sure is that our truck should break down more often if accidents like Kerrville are discovered! After all, nothing beats a puny town of pure beauty that’s perfect for nature lovers, hunters, families, and anyone that just wants to experience a word that is actually pure perfection.
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