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I am going to tell and reflect
on the worst and best day of my life. I will only choose one for
each and there will be no plurals for each was either devastating in
the long run or gloriously beneficial and wonderful. But there can
be only one as plural evaluations would always lead to uncertain and
sloppy thinking. The worst day of my life, I remember it always in
visible terms, I can still remember every awful horrifying scene
just as though it was today. I was 9 years old, I woke early 6
o'clock, it was may 21, 1951 in 5 days my 10th year on earth would
arrive. I had an awful dream that night ,it was a terrible
premonition, I dreamed that my dad had died, life had shrunk and
opportunity had evaporated. School was out and I was with my mother
and sister in our very small, modest apartment. The sun was out and
shown brightly, at exactly 11:30 that morning two men with suits and
ties knocked on our front door. They were grim as I answered the
door and they asked to speak to my mother. I immediately called out
to mom who responded instantly. They told mom with great care and
skill that my dad had died of a heart attack at his desk, dad was 55
years old, cut down before his life had been fulfilled. I
immediately realized the enormity and significance of his death.
Somehow I knew my life would never ever be the same and my road
would be a lot tougher as my life coach had bowed out in the first
quarter barely after the game had started. It was prophetic, without
understanding it, I was to be sent to the end of the line and it
would be up to me if I ever got back to the front of the line. That
proved to be true and it took me a long long time in a hard fought
life to make up for no life coach.
The best day of my life was one
I did not realize for a long time. It gradually dawned on me that
the best most beneficial day of my life was when I married my wife.
She really loved me even though I was never even close to being a
perfect husband, but she always pulled on the same rope I did and
she stood with me through a long lifetime of hard setbacks, rough
struggles, and she helped lead me to the promised land, our
individual promised land. The day we got married there was the two
of us, we had about 80 bucks of which she gave 50 to the preacher,
which caused our first disagreement, but over a lifetime, dispute my
short sightedness she has and always will be my inspiration. Just as
my worst day, I am sorry it happened, I thank God and my wife for
the best day, which has led to many many more wonderful days. |
