Like A Bullet
Today is our 46th wedding anniversary; married to my best friend for 46 years. She knows me in ways that I do not know myself. At 21 I could not have imagined that the journey would have lasted for 46 years. Each must play the hand that one is dealt. You either ruminate, marinate in self pity that you are not holding aces, or you play what you have and enjoy the company around the table. I was dealt a pretty good hand. I realize how good in retrospect. What would life be without struggle? I cannot imagine. There have been a number of challenges to survival along the way, some terrifying. We were just kids when we married at 21, when we lived in Japan. That is when our education began. Life can be a stern school master. You take the test and then you learn the lesson.
It’s as if a rifle bullet snaps past one’s ear. At some point one considers that one remains alive, due to dumb luck, or more generously expressed, good fortune. If circumstances had broken a bit different, then catastrophe. Today on this sunny morning in September, we are alive, and continue to journey on together. I give thanks to whatever god or gods that be, and fare forward with gratitude.
