Maybe it’s my creative nature or maybe I’m a just a dreamer, but my mind is constantly focused on the future.
Most likely I don’t like to focus on the past because of all the stupid things I’ve done.
The universe has a way of humbling us and so many times it happens in an instant.
Take for instance, driving my new Ford Aerostar van through my subdivision in a sleet storm with my brother Michael in the passenger seat. He turns to me and reminds me to slow down. My reply? “Why? This thing’s a tank!”, as I lost control and we crashed into the tree.
Of course, how could I forget the same van a few months earlier. My son and I had just finished tossing baseball together when I start throwing the ball up in the air to myself. My daughter, who was maybe 4 years old at the time, yells “higher daddy, higher!” So, I continue throwing the ball higher until finally a throw gets away from me and comes down on the front windshield of the van and ANNIHILATES IT! Lol.
Maybe the most egregious case was just a few years ago. My son Scott had just purchased a new BMW. Shiny black. Pristine. He came to visit and parked on the street opposite our driveway.
Normally, I back my truck in, but on this particular occasion I was in a hurry and running late for an appointment so I took note of his new car, pulled in with a cellphone in my ear, and headed inside to pick up a folder.
Moments later, as I left for my appointment, I took a phone call and forgot his car was behind me. I remembered once my bumper was suddenly and firmly planted in the side of his once beautiful car. You talk about an interesting phone call to my insurance agent.
I could go on and on, but I probably should save my remaining dignity and get to the point.
Although we can sometimes be consumed with the future, it is good to remember the lessons from the past.
Life requires movement and with movement comes the distinct possibility of a crash.