One day when Aaron and I were teenagers, we woke up irritated with each other. The whole day was spent arguing and insulting one another.
That afternoon, I went into the kitchen to get a Dr Pepper. Aaron grabbed the drink out of my hand and started laughing.
The anger welled up inside of me and I decided I had enough. I responded with one silent explosive episode. Without saying a word, I punched Aaron in the face and broke his nose.
What happened next took only a couple of seconds, but it played out in slow motion. Aaron’s body jerked from the blow, which caused blood to splatter on the wall. There was blood spewing from his nose, running down his shirt, and dipping onto the floor.
Aaron stood there in stunned silence for what seemed like an eternity. Then all of a sudden he screams out, “My nose!” Aaron ran into the bathroom and started balling over his injury.
That day became on of those funny stories that was shared between us on a regular basis. For years, Aaron would tell people not to mess with my Dr Pepper or they might end up with a broken nose.
Last summer, my family went to Lanier Lake for a picnic. The weather was nice. We ate hotdogs and played catch. However, it was not an idyllic summer picnic.
I managed to jam a finger. My finger swelled and I could not bend it. It also hurt like the dickens.
Later on, I was trying to eat my hotdog with a swollen finger and sitting by the lake. All of a sudden, a bird flying overhead decided to poop. I ended up with bird poop all over my lap. Talk about disgusting.
It was the worse picnic of my life. However, the food was good and we had something to laugh about for several weeks.
It was the worse picnic of my life, but it was also a great picnic.
In my family: we live, we laugh, we play and we love. However, that is not all we do. We also fight, we argue, and we forgive. We are a family and that is forever.
The other day, I went to a battery store to get my key fob for the Jeep fixed. The employee replaced the battery, but it still wasn’t working properly. He took the fob apart and realigned the connections.
Once he was finished, he used a pocket knife to tap on the connections to see if it would register on his monitoring device. He was tapping all the connections and everything seemed to be working fine.
While all this was going on, Gwen was waiting in the Jeep. All of a sudden the alarm started going off and on, the doors were unlocking and locking, lights were flashing, and the Jeep was acting like it was possessed by an evil spirt.
She called me on the cell phone to find out what was happening and yelled out, “Make it stop!”
I started laughing hysterically and told the worker, the key fob was working great. I only wish I could have seen the look on Gwen’s face when the Jeep went crazy.
To live a life worth living
To sit and ponder
To let your mind wander
and to scheme
To have a blast
To laugh at last
To feel creative
and be imaginative
To know a lover
To love another
To feel loss or grief
and overcome for relief
Is to live a life worth living
Ben was eating dinner and Blue was staring at him. Apparently, Ben felt threatened by Blue. Ben started to growl at Blue, but Blue just intensified his stare.
That’s when I yelled out, “Blue stop looking at your brother!”
Blue snorted and stopped staring at Ben. With these boys, there is always something to laugh about.
Before we are even born, people will start creating a life plan of us. We are told to go to college, find a place to work for the next 30 to 40 years, get married, have kids, buy a house, and so forth.
There is nothing wrong with this life plan, if it makes you happy.
However, not everybody is happy living out this plan. The really sad part is many of those people will follow the plan anyway. They have miserable lives, because they are living someone else’s life plan.
Don’t allow this to be your fate. Take time to consciously choose your life plan.
Live your life, not the life of someone else.