Anyone know who Rhonda is? There are signs in various spots right off the highway near church that say “Rhonda” and have an arrow pointing toward Carytown. These signs have piqued my curiosity, my imagination, and my hope for love and romance in this rough world.
I have imagined countless scenarios. Rhonda is the internet sweetheart who has driven cross country to be with her yet-to-be-met beloved. The signs are so she can’t possibly get lost back into the Ethernet.
Rhonda is the long lost sister who is coming home reluctantly, so the family puts out signs, not to show her the way because she knows the way, but to let her know they really want her back. The signs are to give the prodigal encouragement to complete the journey back.
Rhonda is the friend with memory loss who has trouble finding her way. Rhonda is the woman met in a bar whose number you never gave or received, so you put out signs to bring her back to you. Rhonda is the birth mother, the surrogate, the midwife, the vixen. When Rhonda comes, all will be well again. Rhonda is loved.
I don’t know who Rhonda is but I hope she knows how lucky she is. People don’t hand-paint wooden signs for just anyone. Whoever she is, I hope she is appreciative. Then again, maybe she isn't and the signs are pointing her to the place where she will be made a better person. If only we all could be so lucky to have the way spelled out for us on street signs.
TURN LEFT TO GET OVER YOURSELF.
RIGHT AT THE LIGHT TO FIND THE PERSON WHO DESERVES YOUR LOVE.
THE WAY TO FORGIVENESS IS THREE STREETS DOWN.
See? I just can't stop.
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