There's a billboard not far from my house publicizing the upcoming end of days. Apparently, the day of judgement will take place on Saturday, May 21. This coming Saturday.
I don't believe this for a number of reasons:
- I'm not a Christian
- I don't think this is the kind of thing that can be predicted
- I'm not crazy (at least not in this way)
Even so, this got me thinking. If the end of the world were coming, what would I do? I only have a few days, so it's not like I could travel far to see something I've always wanted to see (gorillas in Africa? Pyramids in Egypt? The rain forests?). I guess there are a few people I could express some feelings to, but I don't have a lot of unfinished business or things left unsaid. I wouldn't want to spend my last days doing any kind of crazy drugs or being otherwise out of my mind. Besides, who would feed the kids?
As it turns out, on May 21 I'm going to be walking in the Bay Area autism walk. I'm going to be with my husband and two beautiful children. I'm going to be with my best friends. I'm going to be, for the first time (and I hope not the last), surrounded by hundreds, probably thousands, of people who are there to support me and my child. We won't be guests in someone else's world. And I expect it to feel great.
So, if the world does end on Saturday, I can think of no place else I'd rather be.
This post written for Alphabe-Thursday, letter E. There are still a few days left to donate to our walk team. If the world doesn't end, Autism Speaks could use your donation. Just click the thermometer on the right!