Dance In The Rain

     In the course of life I have learned that almost nothing remains the same. Life is a river; It’s scenery is ever changing as we float between its banks.

    Now that I have taken just a moment to wax poetic I can tell you my son left yesterday. If you saw my last post you know we finished off his five day break away with a four mile walk into the Gardner State Forest. He lost a pair of pants (trying to jump over a park gate) and I lost five pounds in sweat (no kidding I was 246 yesterday and today I am 241)! Somebody cheer for the fat guy!

     We really packed a lot into 5 days. It will most likely be the last time I see Joe until Christmas because he is talking about having to stay in PA through the Thanksgiving holiday to work.

    That’s O.K.. It brings me to the point of this brief blog. Life changes and right quick. Blink and blessed moments may pass you by. We have to learn to enjoy where we are at and stop waiting for the world to change in our favor.

    There is a plate displayed on our credenza at home. Written in the center is this saying: “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

    We’ve all got “stuff” going on. You have money troubles. She may have a close friend who is dying. I have a son who won’t talk to me. The guy in the corner over there is going through a divorce. But if we let those things take our focus, we miss opportunity to dance between the rain drops.

    I’m so glad I didn’t miss my opportunity to spend time with a man I once knew as a boy. I had a great few days with him and somehow by enjoying those moments my personal hurricanes lessened in intensity.

     Friend spend some time today dancing in the rain.