BUT, DADDY, IT WASN’T MY FAULT!
I am quite sure that Daddy got quite tired of hearing this statement from me. There is a particular story that I will share that mirrored many of the things that happened growing up. One afternoon I was headed out to North Raleigh to baby sit for my Uncle Robert and Sally. Of course, I was running a little behind schedule and was driving just a little too close to the car in front of me. As we approached a traffic light, it flipped to the yellow light. I just KNEW that the car in front of me would “go for it” and I would slide right under the light with her. Well, that was not the case. She SLAMMED on brakes and I just did not have the response time necessary to avoid running in the back of her. Oh, no! What am I going to do? This accident happened before cell phones. The police came and I called my uncle to let them know what was going on. I also called my Daddy to inform him of the accident. The first thing I said to him was, “it wasn’t my fault”. He calmly asked me what happened and I told him I ran in the back of someone. As I write this, I still amazed that I said that to him. In a loving and kind voice, he said “anytime you run in the back of someone, it is always your fault.” Then he quickly assured me that everything would be just fine and he asked to speak to the policeman. You see, I was 2 hours away from him at college and the only thing that was important to him was that I was okay.
Everything else was just a detail.
Here are a few of the details that followed that accident. It was Christmas break from college and I headed home for a couple of weeks. Daddy was so excited to have a plan for us to fix my car while I was home. The next morning Daddy was knocking on my bedroom door letting me it was time to get started on our project. First, we attached a cable to the car frame and connected it to the barn pole and used a wench to pull the frame out. Next, we used rabbit wire for the grill of the car. And, finally, we attached the new hood to the car. Daddy had been to the local junk yard and found a great hood that was painted the exact color of the car. We worked on this car for many hours during the day in freezing temperatures. We had a deadline and I had a goal and that was to drive my car back to school. I learned so much those two weeks as we worked together.
Lessons
1. In the early years, it is a blessing to have someone who takes life’s opportunities
to grow you.
2. When you take part in repairing your mistakes, you have more compassion
in teaching others.
3. It is not what happens to you, it is how you respond to it that makes the difference.