Sometimes you just need to let go and take a chance at something you didn’t plan to. My family and I were on vacation in Branson, Missouri last week. Because of my spine degeneration, where the vertebrae continue to thin, I let my husband and kids ride Go Carts while I took pictures to avoid being hit from other drivers.
The next day we went back, and I impulsively decided to take a chance and ride in one. This time my husband wanted to take pictures of us, and as we waited in line for our turn, I fretted about the risk I was about to take.
As the cars came back to the starting point, I tensed as each one tapped the car in front of it, causing the person to jerk forward. My neck and back hurt just watching it. The last car parked and the employee let everyone exit, and it occurred to me that I could be that last car. If I stayed way to the right side of the track, it would decrease my chances of getting hit.
So that’s what I did. This track wound its way several stories and then sped down two hills, so it helped keep the cars away from me, and sure enough, I was the VERY last car to return. Although I stayed away from the other drivers, I was proud of myself for doing it.