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Decisions can make or break your day
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Forsyth County News

We’re faced with them every day. Some life-changing with long-term effects and repercussions, others somewhat trivial. And often times there is a cascade effect, where our decision can have good or bad effects on others.

Then again, some choices we make are purely for the benefit of the decision-maker. And it has always bugged me when someone says “I want to make the right decision.”

Horse feathers. There’s not always a right or wrong decision. That’s just a matter of perspective.

However, make no mistake, there is always a best decision. We take the choices, weigh them in our minds, push the button and hope we have done our best.

By now you’re thinking: “Uh-oh. Here it comes. We’re going to read another political column, yet again being told how to vote.”

Gotcha! Set you up like a bowling pin.

Earlier in the week, my decision was this: I’m driving to Knoxville. Interstate or backcountry mountain roads.

The GPS told me the destination time was a wash. Both routes fit into my time schedule, one was a “safer” choice. There was a little apprehension. One of the routes was a known entity, having traveled the interstate hundreds of times.

My chosen route was unknown and would take me out of a comfort zone, yet there was a trust factor. Like in golf: “Never up. Never in.”

Isn’t it a funny phenomenon that once you make a decision, you can look back and say: “That was the right decision.”

Traveling those north Georgia-Tennessee mountain two-lane thoroughfares was just what was needed.

Mind-clearing. New perspective. Appreciation for fall beauty in terms of colors and climate.

The first thought that came to mind as I meandered towards my destination: These folks are a long way from civilization. How in the world do they buy anything?

Just as I was appreciating the beauty, a reality slap smacked me upside the head. Right there, just off the main road, was that bastion of blight that can suck the life out of many local businesses.

That’s right, a Walmart Supercenter was set off the “main road.”

As I continued my meandering through this north Georgia town, I noticed a good many closed pharmacies, grocery stores and other local establishments that had turned into boarded up abandoned eyesores in what was most certainly once a vibrant, small town downtown.

I cursed Sam Walton and his crew. These days, it seems I haven’t much use for anything or anyone coming out of Arkansas. (Oops. I must have let that one slip.)

But my abbreviated America the Beautiful jaunt picked up when I was guided to Tennessee Route 68.

There was a purity while driving through forests awash in greens, gold and reds. There were many other colors in between and I hope you get the picture I am trying to paint.

One church, probably a Zion Baptist (seemed like there were so many of them) had it figured out, posting a “God is not Dead” on the marquee. No arguments on that one. The backdrop was too darned gorgeous.

There was an array of signs as I drove through these burgs: “Donkeys for sale” (I really wanted to buy one and give Sam and Chester a new playmate); “Pray for Mike and his family” (I should have stopped and thanked them for that one); “We sell drugs and guns” (About 100 percent sure it was a local pharmacy competing with what was offered at Wal-Mart).

But one sign was everywhere. These folks seemed to have a common cause, a common goal that applied to those living all along my route.

Apparently they have all made a decision. And right or wrong played no part in this process. For them, it was the best decision and goal for friends and family.

Of course, the sign was: “Make America Great Again.”

It’s no small wonder that these fine denizens of these towns, who believe in publicly requesting prayer for a neighbor and proclaim belief in a living God, desire having a leader who envisions greatness and getting back to what we once were.

About the only sign anywhere close to backing Hilary was that “Donkeys for Sale” sign.


Mike Tasos can be reached at His column appears in the Forsyth News every other Sunday. He’s made his decision and knows it’s the best one. And he’d still like to buy one of those donkeys.