Forgetting to let go
The creek ran under a bridge on Irene Avenue , around the edges of the block, and under another bridge on Greenwood Street. Each bridge was concrete, with a concrete bed, and with a curb about eight inches high with no railing. Where the water poured out of each bridge, it formed a pool. The one on the avenue was the larger.
One day, when I was maybe eight, several of us were throwing large rocks into the pool, trying to see who could make the biggest splash. One boy, who had recently moved into the neighborhood picked up a stone smaller than his fist, stood on the curb, and threw. He threw very hard, trying to control the speed and direction of the rock, but neglected to open his fist and let go. Given the nature of the structure of the human body, his fist traveled with the rock, his arm traveled with the fist, and the rest of his body traveled with the arm, into the pool of water. Fortunately, he suffered nothing more than a thorough wetting.
The rest of that week, all the kids in the neighborhood laughed about the kid who forgot to let go when he threw a rock.
Do we ever forget to let go?
One day, when I was maybe eight, several of us were throwing large rocks into the pool, trying to see who could make the biggest splash. One boy, who had recently moved into the neighborhood picked up a stone smaller than his fist, stood on the curb, and threw. He threw very hard, trying to control the speed and direction of the rock, but neglected to open his fist and let go. Given the nature of the structure of the human body, his fist traveled with the rock, his arm traveled with the fist, and the rest of his body traveled with the arm, into the pool of water. Fortunately, he suffered nothing more than a thorough wetting.
The rest of that week, all the kids in the neighborhood laughed about the kid who forgot to let go when he threw a rock.
Do we ever forget to let go?
posted by TWD | 20:19
2 Comments:
That is so true. When the John Hancock Tower in Boston was being built, a mere 65 of the 10,000 windows (weighing 500 pounds each), popped off and shattered on the sidewalk. Instead of letting go and allowing bygones to be bygones, they replaced all 10,000 defective parts in the interest of "safety". Think of the time and money that could have been saved if they could have just remembered to let go of the past.
I used to work for this start-up company called VPE . . .
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