Blind spots
Our world is changing. We’re getting more connected and less connected at the same time. Once we start slow down and enjoy life we are forced to, as my dad used to say, “give her some throttle.” More throttle means more RPM’s and eventually more speed. In full disclosure, he never said that about living life. It usually just had to do with farming.
My dad was a farmer from the time that he was born until the day that he died. It was all that he ever knew except during the time that he worked for his “uncle.”
You know the one…”sam.”
When he was a young man he enlisted in the army, because it was considered his duty, and set off for training. He went to the big city an hour north of his family farm to board a train bound for bootcamp that was south of the Mason-Dixon line. This train ride took place on a set of tracks that were laid on the back half of farm ground that my dad had been working only hours earlier.
As the train clickety-clacked it’s way on it’s southward trajectory, my dad could see his dad working in the same field. It must have been quite a strange feeling for Grandpa Wagner to watch his only son heading off and becoming a man. It must have been a liberating feeling for my dad to head off for a cause that he knew was right.
They both embraced their own personal blindness that day. They did, like many other men and women that have during the history of this country, and I thank God that they did.
Happy Independence Day!
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