What would that Kid of 7 think of him or her self now, at 74?
TODAY is the TOMORROW that you were afraid of YESTERDAY!
And YOU HAVE SURVIVED! You are still here.
When I was a boy.....
Anyone more than one year older than me was awesome. Boys who were taller; boys who wore long trousers; boys who walked with an air of authority - they were someone to look up to.
What was I aiming for?
There was never any question for me as to why I had to learn any particular subject at school. We just did it, without question. On looking back now, it's easy to see the objects of the teachers and parents. It was trying to prepare us for adulthood. At least that was the intention, although in retrospect some things did not serve all of us so well.
There were no older teenagers that I knew of. There were none to mix with either within or outside of my family, because in those years there was National Service. Those "old boys" had to go away and become "young men." The only "men" in my life were my Dad, my Uncles, my Teachers and the various shopkeepers where I bought my penny-worth of sweets.
The Goal Ahead
So the only role model of a Man for me, really, was my Dad - working hard, mostly 7 days a week in the market garden; getting his hands dirty; harvesting cabbages and lettuce in the early hours of the morning, for market that day. Weeks before the harvest time, he was out in the same field, bent over double, pulling stinging nettles out from around the cabbages, with bare hands.
He drove a tractor. (He had learned to plough with horses, back in the 1930s). He was a jack of all trades. Plumbing, motor mechanics, electrics, digging, hoeing, carpentry, etc., etc. I learned to use a screwdriver and saw because I had watched him do it.
This was the man I had respect for, really, although such a sentiment was not recognised by myself at such an early age. It's easy to look back and realise now, of course.
So what is the biggest thing I learned?
It's this: The way ahead is the road I take, not the road behind. There is no turning back of the clock. The successes, the mistakes, are all in the past. The moment of truth is here and now. What is dreamed of for the future will not happen until it is Now.
And the Final Big All-Powerful Question:
Would the Little Boy I was then, be proud of the Man that I am Now?
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