These last three days I learned that despite my training and full belief in the Boy Scouts' "Be Prepared" motto, there are three things I am never ready for.
Firstly, America's natural beauty, specifically the Rocky Mountains.
I drove to Salt Lake City from the Springs (and back) and while my eyes were necessarily on the road, I could't help but marvel at the grandeur passing by my right and left.
I have decided that this area will be my kids and I's new playground.
Secondly, folk's response to, "What is the gospel?"
"You are insolent," the friend of my buddy told me, as we sat next to each other late into the wedding reception. This was preceded by, "You are proselytizing." Which was preceded by a three to five minute recounting of his entire childhood interaction with the Church which concluded, as he could tell he was avoiding the question, with a tremendously subpar answer, which he knew was subpar as he delivered it even before my eyes surely indicated so. This being preceded by his rehearsal of the lunacy of the concept of the "chosen people" and my, "Well, and to be sure—I am giving you my best now, no pulling punches—you must understand the gospel before you can understand or be at peace with any of the rest of it. There is an order of events, so to speak. So I would ask you (you don't have to answer) what is the gospel?" And of course this was preceded by his, "You're religious, huh? My problem is…"
I guess I am just an optimist. It's my only explanation why I am always surprised that such a simple question can evoke such a dark response.
Thirdly, once in a lifetime offers of unimaginable wealth and luxury.
"Are you happy there? Are you happy with your job?"
I said, "Sorry what are you asking?"
"Are you settled in for good? Do you like your job?" the man repeated.
I had just met him. I learned he was a doctor. He was immediately kind. I believe his opening banter was complimenting the toast I had just given/hosted as best man. And, I never confirmed, but I am pretty sure he was a Mormon.
Do you see it now?
He saw what I had just accomplished in the other room and was ready to put those talents to work for the faith—and we all get richer in the process.
But I stumbled. Someone else was nearby and asking those around if they knew the movie that the current bluegrass band's song was from, and I couldn't help but ignore my new friend and lean over to answer, "O' Brother Where Art Thou?!"
By the time that reverie ended, the moment had passed. The "doctor is out", and never to return.
Oh well. I do like my house and I do like my job. But I also feel shame that I have acted in the same way during many moments enough times to recognize the physical sensation I get afterwards as the "missed/blown opportunity" one. And this shame is only made worse in that these moments keep happening to me.
Maybe next time, I'll be ready.
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