Some Times Destiny is a Seagull

Potato Farmer

It had been almost a week and Dust still had no clue where else to go or how to get there. But honestly, he wasn't as sad or concerned as he felt he should be. He was really enjoying life on the potato farm. It turns out the McCarthy family was in grave need of another field hand because the potato crop was so successful this year and one of their other field hands was on medical leave from eating too many raw potatoes and developing a strange disease.

He was even starting to learn some Irish words and phrases, like "Deja de hacerlo mal," (Translation: You're doing it wrong.) which he learned meant something like "You are doing great!"

Dust was hauling a wheelbarrow full of potatoes to the truck when he heard the slamming of a car door. That's weird, he thought, the McCarthy family doesn't get many visitors by car; most people just walk over to see them. That's when he saw Erik, his flight instructor. He dropped the wheelbarrow and ran to him. "Erik! Erik! It's me, your homeboy Dust!"

"Ohhhhh, thank God! I never thought I would be this happy to see you alive!" Erik said, hugging him with relief. "Never in all my years have I lost a student in another country for almost a week. What happened? The police found the remains of the plane, and there were no obvious signs of what went wrong." Erik inquired.

"Ummm, well..." Dust had been trying to come up with a braver sounding story as to what actually happened, but he had yet to think of something. So he guessed his only option now was to wing it. "Ummm... I was peacefully flying, when all of a sudden a meteorite came hurtling down! I had to swerve out of the way, but the heat from it was so strong; I felt like I was being burned alive. So, obviously, the only thing I could do to save myself was eject." Dust said with a fake smile, hoping Erik would buy it.

"You accidently hit the eject button, didn't you?" Erik said, clearly not buying his story.

"Uh, no, for your information I was going to hit something and I thought I was going to die." Dust said pointedly.

"What was it?" Erik asked exasperated.

"A seagull..." Dust said sheepishly.

Erik shook his head and muttered. "I need to retire; I can't deal with these idiots for much longer." Erik spoke again, this time louder. "Get in the car, we're leaving."

As Dust started to get into the car, he looked back to see the McCarthy family watching from a distance, and looking sad. He had a strange realization. He didn't want to leave. He was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. This was what he wanted deep down in his heart. He had loved every minute of his time here. That seagull wasn't a nuisance. It was a sign from god showing him his destiny!

Dust slammed the door shut. "I'm sorry Erik, I can't leave. I know this might sound crazy, but that seagull showed me my destiny, and my destiny is being a potato farmer right here on this farm!" Dust gestured to his surroundings. Erik stared at him for a couple of seconds.

"I can't do this. I need a drink." And with that Erik got into the car and drove away.

Dust turned and ran over to the twins and Mrs. McCarthy, smiling. They seemed very confused, but smiled at him. They all walked back to the house, happy as can be.