Cherished Memories

© 2020 Sterling James

Cherished Memories.
When I was 20 years old and driving an ice cream truck in Las Vegas NV, I took my eyes off the road to reset a record which I used to attract customers next thing I knew my truck was stuck on a curb that was 2 feet high the sidewalk on the other side of the curb I was stuck on wasn’t built yet; therefore my truck managed to do a balancing act on the curb in question. After getting over the shock and saying to myself why me. Local people then came to my rescue. These heroes were, in return, given a box of ice cream for their troubles. I have a warm spot in my heart for the incident. So you can see bad happenings not only can work out well but they also can become cherished memories.
I’ll never forget the first time I realized that life’s disappointments could come in threes I was the star on my Little League baseball team. Our last game was coming upon us, so practice was called. I wasn’t sure whether the game was the day we had to practice, which would be the first time we’d practice on a game day or the game was the next day. At first, I tried to get the data from my coach, but he was busy helping someone else. Next, I tried a usually reliable teammate, but he didn’t know when the game was to be playing himself. Then I tried the coaches’ oldest son and was too busy to answer my question. To make a long story short, we lost the game 1-0, and I missed the game. We must have played great because they beat us so badly the first time we played. I would rather have been at the game and done lousy than missed the game it hurt so bad that I felt like I’d let my team down.
Perfection better understood.
When talking about life, we can take a page from the Great American golfer Ben Hogan. He’s considered one of the greatest ball strikers of all time. He once said that only a few shots per round came out the way he intended. He said this to demonstrate that perfection is only an illusion.
Odds of something happening.
I’m talking about the odds of something happening. I’ll tell you a story. It started how things usually happen somewhat by chance and somewhat by fate. I’m not sure which one plays more of a hand in our everyday affairs, be it chance or fate. Well anyway, I met a girl by the name of Carol one day. The next girl that I met, whether the same day or another day, was named Carol. It continued like this with me meeting girls named Carol for about a week to 10 days. All total, I met about nine Carols in a row. Was I meant to get serious with one of them it is possible since my mother’s middle name was Carol?