I remember as a kid there were three things I always wanted to be able to do….One was to be able to whistle super loud with my fingers, two was I wanted to win a billy cart race and three I wanted to be able to skip a rock right across the local creek near my house. These three things were very important to me and I tried really really really hard to complete every one of them before my 8th birthday.
Life was so simple back then…..
The neighbour kids and I sort of had a little gang happening there was about nine of us who would form this possé particularily during the summer months. All the neighbour kids were older than me but for some reason I was allowed to tag along too! We all lived within the same block of each other in middle class suburbia with friendly, recipe exchanging and waving neighbours, and quite roads. There was a creek that ran behind all of our houses and most afternoons in summer we would play until our parents would drag us inside at dusk….If the street lights came on we had to be home or else!!!
Our adventuers included building our club head quarters, line fishing, plum fights, billycart races, roller skating and of course tiggy. The only worries we had was if it was raining and we couldn’t play outside. Well I didnt have any worries until I set these three goals for myself as a 7 year old. I remember two weeks leading upto my 8th birthday I still hadn’t acheived skipping a rock across the creek….I tried and tried and tried but I just couldn’t get it, I could only get two skips…..What was wrong with me? Was that all I was capable of? Two skips…..I could do that when I was 6!
Anyways two days before my 8th birthday I went down to the creek on my own to give it one more go. I really wanted to do it and this was my last chance. About half an hour had passed and I started to get really annoyed, but then I was joined by an elderly man who lived across the road from me. His name was Jack and he could see I was getting frustrated. He told me some advice that I will never forget……He said “It’s all about the rock you choose to throw” He told me that if you took time in looking at the features of the rocks and chose the correct shaped rock you pretty much had a winner. He talked about seeing things for what they are. As a 7 year old nearly 8 year old I was like “ok then”, but I got what he meant. If you didn’t choose carefully then you may not get the result that you wanted. Your rock would sink or it would fly.
He spent the next hour helping me pick out the right rocks and I DID IT!!!! I skipped a rock right across the creek! I felt like a champion! I took the tme in collecting the right rocks before I went on my mission.
We can all learn something from this…..Our choices are precious! Some people dont have choices like refugees and some disabled but we do and we should take our time in making them…..There are too many stories I hear about the people making siily choices and they ultimately change the course of not only their lives but somebody elses and its not for the better. Their rock sank!
There are too many car accidents involving alcohol, there are too many marital affairs and their are too many nasty words exchanged! Remember its all in the rock we choose…..Most of our choices are clear there is a good choice and a not so good choice, but its up to you which road you take or which rock you chose to throw. I know that sometimes we do make the wrong choices and that’s ok I guess we just have to hope that our rock that sank gets picked up by someone else later on down the track and they choose to throw it to fly not sink…..Basically that wrong choice can ultimately be turned into something great!