So I was out on the back patio in my thinking chair once more. Not sure it was exactly reincarnation I was thinking about, but it had something to do with going back for a second spin. I suppose many of you are like me when it comes to wanting a second chance. You know, a chance to go back in time and relive a moment, a day or maybe even do your whole life all over again. Of course, we’d want to be transported back with full knowledge, full awareness of who we were and who we became. To live over again while being able to use your personal history to your advantage would be the opportunity of a lifetime—maybe that should be two lifetimes.
There are a few things I would certainly like to correct. You too? I made some wrong decisions; acted inappropriately at times; or simply didn’t understand what I was doing. Given a second chance, I would not make those same mistakes. But, as they say, you can’t go home again. Too bad. All this wealth of knowledge and experience and no opportunity to use it is a woeful waste.
I’ve made reference to a scene in the movie Rocky before (the original Rocky movie). Bergess Meredith plays an old has-been boxer turned trainer, turned corner gym manager. He wearily climbs the steps up to Rocky’s apartment one night and knocks on his door. The younger wannabe champ is less than hospitable to his unexpected guest. But Meredith comes with a mission. He wants Rocky to let him train and manage him for the big fight with Apollo Creed. Rocky isn’t very receptive. He questions Meredith’s motive. Meredith’s response? It’s classic:
“I got all this knowledge. I got it up here (points to his head). I want to give it to you. I want to give you this knowledge. I want to take care of you. I got all this sh*t and I want to make sure that it doesn’t happen to you.”
How many us have “all this sh*t” wallowing in us, too? Crap and circumstance that we experienced and now it dwells like a permanent infection that haunts us for the rest of our lives. The sh*t is all those things we did wrong, or all the wrongs that were done to us. True, we get over most of them, but wouldn’t it be great to be able to go back, knowing what you know, so you could “un-sh*t” your life on the second go-round. Can you imagine what a trip that’d be? I don’t know about you, but I’d buy a ticket, grab all my baggage—especially the heavy pieces—and run like hell to catch that train. WooHoo!