Roll The Dice

To say that life is a gamble may be the understatement of the century. At my job we have a truck driver that as a child was struck by tragedy in his early life, a plane crashed into an inferno next into his home at Tinker Air Force Base in Midwest City Oklahoma and he was badly burned. Now fast forward some sixty years and he is fighting cancer. Where is the justice? It seems that hate, discontent, and tragedy should be shared with all of us, not just rained down on a chosen few. I often wonder, will those folks that have met with so much misfortune in this life be blessed in the hereafter? That's a question in which I have no answer, but I hope the answer is yes.

Life can be measured in percentages; 33% is our experiences, 33% is how we perceive those experiences, 33% the people that most affect our childhood and we consider major influences in our lives, and the last 1% is just a crap shoot. Because of our experiences (good or bad) we tend to run on the fuel of those memories and at times we are running on nothing more than fumes. Have you ever heard the saying "what you see here you don't see a lot, but you tend to see a lot of?" This is to say that the experiences of life are sometime not in line with the lives we wished to lead. For instance, one of my best pals from high school had a father who had a constant bout with the bottle. In turn, so has he. He also finished college, possibly because his mother told him he should and now he cannot seem to find work reading manuscript. In this way one might say that his parental guidance lead him astray. My parents however (be that planned or unplanned) left me to my own devices and everything has turned out fine. That makes me one of the few 1%. Sure, there have been a few bumps in the road, but aren't there always?