Awesome…I Have Plenty of Time
The clock above my kitchen window says it is 7:00 o’clock.
“Awesome,” I think to myself, “I have plenty of time.”
The problem is the clock above my kitchen window reads 7:00 o’clock all the time lately.
That is because the battery is dead.
But most mornings, even if it just for the briefest moment, I forget, and out of habit I look up at that clock and think:
“Awesome, I have plenty of time.”
The last couple of weeks our attention has been on Hurricane Dorian and chicken sandwiches.
Because of my little guys, I was selfishly relieved that the hurricane didn’t impact south Florida as initially predicted. But I can’t help feeling a little ashamed of that selfishness after viewing what happened to the Bahamas.
Then to make it even worse the total anarchy of the situation led to the desperation of looting by armed residents.
While on the flip side of that dose of reality, we had the unreality of desperation with Popeye’s Chicken sandwiches.
Chicken sandwiches that caused chaos and disorder with disgruntled customers, threatening lawsuits; a group rushing the restaurant with at least one brandishing a weapon just to name a couple.
I don’t even eat chicken.
But if I did I wouldn’t want to have to carry a weapon to go buy a sandwich.
I can’t imagine walking into a Burger King brandishing a weapon and rushing the counter for their veggie burger.
Truth is I am not against owning a gun; in fact, the situation that presented itself in the Bahamas, in my opinion, is exactly why you should own a gun.
Who knows when you and your family may find yourselves in these desperate conditions where lawlessness prevails?
But this is not about guns.
It’s about time.
The unpredictability of it.
And running out of it.
This has been a different summer for Kim and me.
Unlike last year when we got out on our bikes four or five times week, this year we simply got out on our bikes four or five times.
And the excitement and the anticipation of spending time on the kayaks we got for Christmas has so far resulted in only two trips.
All that said we wouldn’t change the summer we had if we had the chance to.
Our parents are in their late 80’s and even 90 in my dad’s case.
Time with our parents we may not have plenty of.
That clock hasn’t stopped.
And that has been our priority and our pleasure this year as I have written before.
Today we remember that eighteen years ago 2,977 of our brothers and sisters boarded planes and went to work all with their own excitement and anticipation of whatever it was they were looking forward to in their lives. And just recently the husband of a friend of Kim’s drowned off of Cape Hatteras while on vacation with his family. He was just 61, and no doubt had plenty of plans for the future.
But I am 63.
And the clock above my kitchen window says it is 7:00 o’clock.
Awesome…I have plenty of time.
Post Script:
Prayers go out to Frankie Chuday and family, the people of the Bahamas and others affected by Hurricane Dorian, and the individuals and families of those still suffering from the attack on September 11, 2001.