More Grandpa Davey Speaks
A Path with a Heart
A Stop at Willoughby
Can't Captue It
Invest in Yourself
Killing Me Softly
Leave it to Beaver
Lost in the Grand Canyon
Mind Over Temperature
Mother of all Storms
No Sense at All
Not Shadow People
Squirt Gets Run Over
The Cheapest Medicine
The Golden Calf
Ticket to Freedom
Two Types of Girls
Vaya Con Dios
Where's the Beef?
Worst Case Scenario
Recently I read a discourse between some children discussing
parents. One stated that her parents don’t want her to change.
Perhaps they were trying to avoid losing their rough and tumble mud
loving tomboy. The next thought her ignorant parents were incapable
of accepting any but preconceived notions about her. Another
wondered if all parents were the same, or (implied) that we have the
same parents. In this case they did.
These kids are full of baloney! All parents want their kids to
change, but as I once heard, a leopard doesn’t change his stripes.
Observing the birth of my children, I realized that each came into
this existence exhibiting all the traits that define them as
persons. Different from one another, they remain to this day, each the same person they
were at birth. Nothing they or I have ever
done could make them another person. We are all free to make
choices, but our first choice was the persona we would embody. To
change this would violate the rules of the game and this reality
could no longer exist.
I can assure you that the above referenced parents were trying to
instill a lesson learned in their own lives. That lesson is “To
thine own self be true”. To succumb to fantasies, denial and
pressure can only lead to tragedy.
An important influence in my life was the 1960 cartoon Tooter
Turtle. Every week Tooter would call upon Mr. Wizard to grant him a
new life as a character he romanticized about. Every week Tooter got
more than he bargained for.
Tooter would call out “Mr. Wizard, get me out of here!”
Mr. Wizard would say, “Drizzle, drazzle, druzzle, drone, time for
this one to come home.”
Tooter would spin back to Mr. Wizard and his old reality. Mr. Wizard
would tell Tooter, “Be just vhat you is, not vhat you is not. Folks
vhat do zis are ze happiest lot.”
Nearly a half century later, oft times I still call out mentally or
sometimes vocally, “Mr. Wizard, get me out of here.”
This morning I told this little tale. There once was a boy,
dissatisfied with his prospects in life, that admired the life of a
hoodlum. He began to dress and act like a hoodlum. Soon he had the
criminal record, fine cars, fast women, reputation and life of a
full-fledged gangster. Even he was convinced that this was who he
was. Still dissatisfied, one day the boy within came face to face
with his true desire. He met a nice girl, the girl of his dreams.
She was his soul mate in the truest sense. Alas, they could not
share this existence since he was not fit for a decent girl. His
denial of self, lead as always to tragedy.
Much the same, as Tooter and the boy, occurs when people, full of
desire and fantasies, seek a mate. They visualize commonalities where
none exist. They fantasize a life based upon a
fantasy of shared
dreams. They will become the person the other desires. They will
change the other into what they desire. The tragedy occurs when
their lives disintegrate into this tapestry of lies.
As Sheriff Taylor once said, “Oh what a tangled web we weave when
first we practice to deceive.”
Wow! Life sucks! Is it any wonder that parents can’t over emphasize
the importance of being true to oneself? Remember to always follow
the path with a heart. Now,
get me out of here!