Just Another Car on the Road: Rainbow Gold
This year’s weather has been unpredictable.
When you’re constantly on the road, you learn real quick:
Proper preparation prevents poor performance.
Metro Atlanta traffic is treacherous enough on a clear day. Add weather to the mix, and it’s a different beast.
But I’m a pro.
I’ve driven through it all.
There was the time a client was stuck at the hospital during an Atlanta snowstorm. They wanted no one else to get them home— they wanted me. We made it safely.
Another day, hurricane winds swept through, the wedding party had to make it to the event. Hair, dresses, everything on the line. I got the clients from door to door without a drop hitting them. The pictures say it all —smiling, dry, grateful.
But of all the weather, torrential downpour is the toughest.
It brings traffic to a crawl, wrecks plans, ruins clothes, ruins confidence. It makes you forget your destination and focus on the storm.
Isn’t that just like life?
We set out with a goal.
We chart the course, double-check the route.
And then—something happens.
The unexpected.
A sudden storm that shakes your belief in the finish line.
Just yesterday, I was driving on one of those bright, blue-sky Atlanta afternoons.
Traffic was blazing, everybody in the zone—left hand on the wheel, right elbow on the console, head bobbing to the beat.
Then out of nowhere—thunderclap.
Skies darkened.
Rain pelted the truck like silver bullets.
The once confident drivers now gripped the wheel at 10 and 2, hazards on, brake lights everywhere. Some even pulled under overpasses, afraid to continue.
And I get it.
When the storm hits, it’s easy to forget the journey. Easy to forget yourself.
But I rode the storm out. I passed under an overpass, and just like that—the rain stopped.
The sun broke through.
A rainbow stretched across the sky—and ended right on the hood of my truck.
With a smile and renewed confidence, I declared that I am rainbow gold.
I’ve always been the gold at the end of the rainbow.
Not because I’m flashy. Not because I’m perfect.
But because I am gold.
The rainbow just reminded me of what was already true.
Storms may come and go—but I am.
This is Ralph, and I’m just another car on the road.