Corny, right? Tuesday and Gooseday. That’s okay, there are some things I’ve never been good at. Math and directions are at the top of the list.
I used to think I was a poet. Then I was told that I didn’t have the right rhythm. I’m uncoordinated, but I never realized tripping over things and dropping them kept a person from being a poet.
I used to think I was athletic, but my physical education teacher in high school could bend over backwards in a “bridge” and walk across the gym floor. I couldn’t even make a “bridge” and I was always out of sync in group exercises.
I used to think I was an artist. Then I went to college and realized that my art wasn’t their art.
I used to think I could sing until a college professor with a doctorate in music promised to work with me one hour a day for a week so I could sing well enough to be in the chorus at the summer musicals. She gave up after the first day.
Alan and I made a couple of goose friends lately. They see us coming from an amazing distance and come to meet us. We feed them—but their response to us seems equally to be on a friendship level. It made me realize that the things I can’t do don’t matter. What the world needs most is kindness—and everyone can be kind.
“Love is kind.” 1 Corinthians 13:4
Of course, it would be nice to have the same balance as the bank does or to go somewhere without getting lost…