Have you ever spent an inordinate, unreasonable amount of time on an inanimate object? I know I have. Usually it’s something I am sure I can fix myself. Recently it has been an old tiller. It seems I just get one thing fixed on it and something else breaks down. For Alex, the inanimate object he had spent all of his time on was the old truck.
More Personal Voice Features
My two youngest daughters wanted to try out for the local production of A Christmas Carol, so I joined them for some father-daughter time. We filled out the audition papers, and one question asked what part we would consider playing. I put that I would be happy with no part at all, but they asked if I would read for Scrooge.
“Today is a great day, huh, Bill?” My old friend shook my hand heartily. “Yes, today is a beautiful day.” I’m sure those standing around us wondered about our unusual conversation, especially since it was freezing cold with a biting wind. But the reason for our strange conversation went back to a previous one that I had had with Bill a few years earlier.
It was the day after Thanksgiving. As a police officer, Samuel was preparing to go on patrol, but he had to fill out the required reports first. Paperwork was the thing he hated most. He much preferred to be out on the streets. He finished his reports and looked at his assignment. He was going to be working in a poor section of the city.
Sam was tired of working his boring job and wanted to strike out and become an entrepreneur. He had a great idea for a business venture. He was going to start a fitness and weight loss center. He loved to work with people on losing weight, and he had trained as a fitness coach. It was the perfect business for him.
Jacob loved music. He sang while he milked the cows, changed sprinkler pipe, or rode his horse. But he lacked confidence in his ability. One of his brothers had heard him singing once and had made fun of him, so Jacob was careful to only sing when he thought no one else was around.
“Do you want to join us for some Halloween fun tomorrow?” “What are you going to do?” I asked. “We’re going to help some kids stay healthy,” he replied, “and then we’re going to have a party at my house.” I didn’t know what he meant by helping kids stay healthy, but I knew I couldn’t go. I had already promised my parents that I would carry out our family tradition.