Back in the
mid-60’s when I was in the throes of adolescence, I would grab my trusty
skateboard and transistor radio and manpower my way to a local bowling alley
about a mile distance from my house; the strains of the Beach Boys accompanying
my solitary journey.
I always
bowled alone. Not because I was antisocial, but only because there were few, if
any other guys my age along the rural route upon which I lived.
Joe Friday
used to say, “Just the facts ma’am.” And the fact was, I was just plain good.
My average
score approached 200, and I occasionally managed a 220 or 230. Then there was
the day when I came within a cat’s whisker of a perfect game. When it was “all
said and done” my score card registered an impressive
… 280 !!!
To say I was
proud of myself would be an understatement. The bowling alley manager, Ron, was
so impressed he offered to buy me a lemonade. (And no doubt I took him up on
the offer).
I have often
mused where I might be today had I fostered my youthful athletic talent. Of
course, good money can be had on the pro bowling circuit. But for whatever
reason, as I neared adulthood, I drifted away from the avocation in which I had
previously exceled. And after the passage of decades, and without any practice,
the few times I bowled thereafter my score dipped to the low 100’s!
In the
meantime I have been privileged to counsel thousands, teach hundreds and mentor
dozens.
I can only
imagine how it might have been had my life taken a different turn. The pro
bowling circuit would have been both lucrative and exciting, but nothing comes
up to fulfilling God’s will for one’s life.
Give me the
latter of the two pathways any day.
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