Expect the Unexpected
It’s a day I’ll never forget.
There I was, innocently cruising along at 85 miles per hour -- my daughter and me. As I’m merging onto the 91 Freeway, all of a sudden I look in the rear-view mirror and – Yep, there’s that dreaded sight. What do you think I saw? No, I wish it were a cop. My daughter is throwing up everywhere.
We had just come from the car wash – true story.I had no idea from the bowels of an otherwise sweet and wonderful 8-year old kid could come such vile, unholy, extraterrestrial soup. So there I was innocently cleaning up the throw up in the backseat of my car in the middle of the night.
And that’s not job you can do half way; right? You gotta get it every nook and crany. A 99% vomit free backseat still has waaaaay too much. But wow the interesting things you can find when your kids throwup.There’s some lettuce. There’s some corn. There’s my spare keys. How many of us cruising along in our lives only to get hijacked by some unexpected event? It’s not a matter of if but when. What are you going to do about it? You going to cry and complain and call Dr. Phil? No, you’re going to get right back on that horse and keep on trucking; right? Ok, so I mix my metaphors. But you get it.
For every vacation in the Bahamas there’s a hurricane. For every pay raise there’s a tax hike; right? For every kid with As there’s another one with lice. For every close parking spot there’s a door ding. What are you going to do about it? You’re going to be shocked and awed and ask “How could this have happened to me. Of all people?”
No. You’re going to roll with it, you’re going to stay flexible, you’re going to accept the fact that that’s just the way life is, you’re going to embrace the imperfection, you’re going to learn from it, you’re going to allow it to make you stronger and finally, you’re going to be better prepared for next time to …Expect the unexpected.
Thursday, May 24, 2007