The Days of Our Lives

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“Like sands through the hourglass, these are the days of our lives…”

–     schmaltzey, hokey, over-baked introduction to The Days of Our Lives soap opera, which, unbeknownst to me, my dad watched for, like, 37 years at lunch break on the farm…

It’s been on the air since 1965, for crying out loud!

And, the title segment is a pretty good metaphor for….well…..for the days of our lives.

In the past few days some sand has moved through the hourglass.

  1. Saturday was my birthday.  Good riddance, 57.  Yet, on a day I was sorta dreading, our son made me proud at a basketball showcase (by being a good teammate / leader as well as a player!).  Then, he and his sisters further impressed during Homecoming pictures, and then Mrs. H and I shared a spectacular dinner (even better wine!), drinks, fun and dopiness with relatively new friends until way past my bedtime.  What’s the point?  Even in the valleys, there are rays of sunshine, and when we focus on them, they make us warm, aware and glad to be alive. I ought to look for them more regularly.
  2. The best athlete in the history of my hometown passed away, unexpectedly.  Hopefully, you’ve seen The Sandlot.  Set in the year between my birth and his, The Sandlot is a coming of age story for a group of Southern California boys.  Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez was the one they knew was “going to make it to the show (major leagues).”  It’s a great movie, and it will be a great movie forever……for……ev…….er.  (Thank you, Michael “Squints” Palledorous.)  Just as Benny “The Jet” was a can’t-miss star, so was this amazing athlete from Fairfield, IA.  He was, and ever will be a legendary athlete (and a good, Faithful man and father, too!)  And, now, like sand through the hourglass, the days of his life have all run out.  That leaves me with two thoughts:  a) we never know when and b) while heroes get remembered, legends never die.

Because we never know when, we ought to be more intentional about seizing moments.  And because legends never die, we ought to be more intentional about serving those closest to us in a manner that means even when we’re gone, we’ll still be here for them.

Melancholy?  I don’t think so.  Pragmatic?  I hope so.

If there’s a beast between us and our baseball, let’s pickle that beast!

 

 


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