If the worst can happen... It probably will
on 7/10/2003 (3)
Do you remember high school shop class? I remember a poster on the wall showing a pictorial sequence of a hapless kid who cuts his finger, the next picture shows him with an arm in a sling, and the third shows a coffin with flowers on it.
If the worst can happen it probably will.
I'm convinced there isn't a single boy or girl out there, that didn't have to contend with the same morbid predictions of doom arising from a simple paper cut, but, yeah ,yeah I know, it was just for our own darn good, right?
I remember my dad's favorite car insurance parable. He told me the story of Joe Sooch, who let his car insurance expire, was on the way to his agent to make the late payment, got into an accident, wasn't covered, got sued back to the Be Jesus belt, lost his house, wife and all personal possessions. My dad had a grim look on his face as he recanted this well-worn tripe, but I'd notice a sudden spark in his eyes when he got to the words "lost his wife" part. Hmmm.
And who could forget, (or is it remember?) to tie your shoelaces? Remember (or forget?) what happens when you don't? I recall the tale of a poor little girl who was at her dad's machine shop, got too close to a Bridgeport mill, her shoelace got tangled in the conveyer belt, and pulled her leg clean off. Poor kid. Of course today they have Velcro, and moms and dads will have to work a little harder for a fatal Velcro encounter of the worst kind.
I know, I know. They just want the best for us. They don't want us to get hurt, and who can blame em'? They have a heavy emotional and financial investment in us. I read that it costs 80 dollars a day to raise a kid, and only 55 dollars a day to house a maximum-security prisoner. Maybe moms and wardens can exchange some ideas on that point.
But doesn't this carry over into adulthood?
How many of us worry about the worst case, instead of the best? We prepare ourselves for failure, but see success as set of conditions that only happen if we've got luck and happenstance on our side. Could this be a vestige of the morbid portentions of doom adults use to keep us safe and out of trouble?
Of course, that's not true. Success seldom arises from luck, lottery non withstanding. Success is forged from hard work, discipline and determination.
Which leads into...Let me tell you the story of a little boy who worked so hard, and was so disciplined, that life passed him by and he ended up a lonely childless hermit, and so on.""00" style
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