When I lived
in Derry, New Hampshire, a reality year to year was there would be huge
snowstorms. I am referring to those storms of a foot of snow or more.
Every time,
we did not connect via phone. So every time I would somehow drive over the Boys
and Girls Club, in that snow, just in case someone showed up. I am referring to
the early Saturday morning 8 am classes for the Adults.
And every
time all of them were smarter than I was, keeping safe, staying home. Which is
what they should have done in any case.
For my first 5 years there I would go inside the club and train, then
leave through the snow
.
Time passed
and I guess I got a little, very little, smarter. I just waited in my car from
7:30 to 8:00 am then would leave to go home. At times the snowplow for the Club
parking lot would show up and then I moved my car around while they plowed the
lot.
I never got
smart, always showed up just in case anyone wanted to train.
Now in the
desert of Arizona, there is no snow here, my wife’s idea.
No question
she was/is/always will be smarter than me.
But every
time I hear about another storm, all those waiting times come back to my mind.
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