LIFE IS A HIGHWAY

LIFE IS A HIGHWAY
Two Wheels Are Better Than Four

It's Never Too Late Unless It Is

Is it ever too late to start over? Is it ever to late to forgive?
Is it ever too late to find someone? Is it ever too late to begin?
Is it ever too late to be early? Is it ever too late to relive?
Is it ever too late to ask for help? Is it ever too late to believe?
Is it ever too late to find God? Is it ever too late to lose Him?







Thursday, February 25, 2010

Boy

I used to call my father a "broken record".
He used to nag, nag, nag, nag, nag...
Looking back now, of course, his advice was wise and invaluable.
In fact, I find myself sounding like him. My ex used to call me "Harry" because I started becoming him.
I never leave the house without turning off all the lights.
I'm never late for anything. When I golf, I hear his voice saying,"look at the back of the ball", "follow through", and I find myself walking along the deep rough looking for stray golf balls.
Dad would always tell me to "take the police test", "take the fireman's test"...
"but I don't want to run into burning buildings", "I don't want to carry a gun!"
If he was still alive, I would be begging him for advice, not tuning him out like I did when I was a little "know-it-all" punk-ass fool.

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