This week a longer bit of wisdom. This was a favorite story my father would tell:
There was a man named Joe who worked swing shift at the local factory. He lived within walking distance of the factory. In the afternoon he would take the shortcut through the cemetery, but at mid-night he’d take the longer way home that avoided the scary dark of the gravestones.
One rainy, windy night, Joe decided that he’d risk walking home through the cemetery so he wasn’t out in the storm as long.
It started out well, but about half way through the cemetery, Joe tripped over a pile of dirt and into an open grave that was being prepared for the next day. The grave was deep and Joe couldn’t reach the top. Try as he might, he just couldn’t seem to get out. With each effort to climb, dirt would fall on him and as he got close to the top, the rain had turned the dirt to mud and Joe would fall back.
So after awhile Joe stopped trying and huddled into a dry corner of the grave figuring that in the morning the gravediggers would find him and they would get him out.
After an hour, another man from the factory, Bob, was taking the same path and fell into the same grave. Bob also struggled but clearly wasn’t doing much better getting out. Bob wasn’t aware that Joe was there and finally from his dark corner of the grave Joe said, “Bob, You’ll never get out.”
But you know what? Bob did.
More wisdom next week,