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Monday, November 25, 2024 |
Why Are We Here?   
Date: Sent Friday, May 29, 2009
Category: None | Rating: 3.20/5 (396 votes)
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So we were lying on our backs on the grass in the park next to our hamburger wrappers, my 14-year-old son and I, watching the clouds loiter overhead,
when he asked me, "Dad, why are we here?"
And this is what I said:
"I've thought a lot about it, son, and I don't think it's all that complicated. I think maybe we're here just to teach a kid how to bunt or eat
sunflower seeds without using his hands.
"We're here to pound the steering wheel and scream as we listen to the game on the radio, 20 minutes after we pulled into the garage. We're here to
look all over, give up, and then find the ball in the hole.
"We're here to wear our favorite sweat-soaked Boston Red Sox cap, torn Slippery Rock sweatshirt, and the Converse sneakers we lettered in on a
Saturday morning with nowhere we have to go and no one special we have to be.
"We're here to tie the perfect fly, make the perfect cast, catch absolutely nothing, and still call it a perfect morning.
"We're here to nail a yield sign with an apple core from half a block away. We're here to win the stuffed bear or go broke trying.
"I don't think the meaning of life is gnashing our bicuspids over what comes after death but tasting all the tiny moments that come before it. We're
here to be there when our kid has three goals and an assist. And especially when he doesn't.
"I don't think we're here to make SportsCenter. The really good stuff never does. Like finding ourselves with a free afternoon, a little red 327
fuel-injected 1962 Corvette convertible, and an unopened map of Vermont's backroads.
"None of us will find ourselves on our deathbeds saying, 'I wish I'd spent more time on the Hibbings account.' We're going to say, 'That scar? I got
that scar stealing a home run from Consolidated Plumbers!'
"See, grown-ups spend so much time doggedly slaving toward the better car, the perfect house, the big day that will finally make them happy, when
happy just walked by wearing a bicycle helmet two sizes too big for him. We're not here to find a way to heaven. The way is heaven.
"Does that answer your question, son?"
And he said, "Not really, Dad."
And I said, "No?"
And he said, "No, what I meant is, why are we here when Mom said to pick her up 40 minutes ago?"
Received from Thomas Ellsworth.
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