Outdoor Truths
When I think about these special times, there are 2 things that come to mind. First, I always remember the line to the high dive being much shorter than the one to the lower one. And I also remember all the times I flopped, crashed, and burned, trying to learn a new dive. I can still feel the stinging sensation from a flip gone awry. But I can also remember getting back in line and doing it again, and again, and again. Now, fast forward from the Bee Gees and Boston, to Bublé and Beyoncé. Fast forward from a skinny youth with no tolerance for quitting no matter how much pain, to a plumper older guy who tends to refrain from any activity that requires both learning and pain. Fast forward from a shivering boy on a high dive to someone who fights the temptation to linger around the lower, easier, and safer places of life. Some would say that I am older and wiser now, and that is true. But being older and wiser was never meant to keep me from scaling new heights and even from the occasional belly flop; but being older and wiser is only meant to help me determine which pools I am meant to be spending my time swimming in. Gary Miller gary@outdoortruths.org
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