To find a career to which you are adapted by nature,
and then to work hard at it,
is about as near to a formula for success
and happiness as the world provides.
The waiting game has begun….. I compare it to the sitting in the stands at the Indy 500 even though I have never been, sitting on the sidelines patiently waiting and waiting for the torrential downpour of rain that will eventually stop, you are not sure when but rumour has it that the Doppler radar on a pit crews cell phone shows it to be true and as we know that is always right, well we hope.
At the Indy you are waiting for those sleek shiny painted cars bearing all kinds of fancy advertising to line up and then the flag is dropped and they tear off around the track, round and round trying to get in front of the other shiny sleek pretty car covered with fancy big business advertising. The goal there is to race around the track as fast as you can and finish the race hopefully without a bump or dent to cross the finish line before the shiny cars behind you, to win a shiny trophy and lots of money.
This event that we are all anxiously waiting for would be to watch many old beat up often times numerously repaired, ear shattering noisy, and painted with logos and even some tender loving notes from Mom, covered with some small business advertising sponsors. They will all line up, wait for the count coming from the excited to get started audience who were sitting in the rain for an hour to reach that final number “ONE” and then they get to smash and bash each other into a hunk of scrap metal leaving their masterpiece to be either dragged off to the scrap yard or possibly pounded out to return to another fair; tis the season. The goal is to be the last car standing or this case still running and you will win a big shiny trophy and some small reward of money to the delight of the drenched cheering crowd. The Demolition Derby, nothing can compare.
There is a good crowd, some were huddled under a tarp of genius construction to resemble a tent on the back of a pickup where perfectly dry protected young children kept themselves occupied waiting by blowing bubbles while anxious to get started parents smiled and laughed all to the delight of this farm girl looking for adventure while she tried to keep herself covered from the wind and pounding rain in her own raincoat.
There are umbrellas of every description scattered through the crowd, yellow, green blue and black but the one that caught my eye and grabbed my heart was being worn by a delightful little boy who was dressed in a Firemen’s raincoat. His Mom stood beside him and he waited and waited to see the smashing and bashing and to watch his Hero those real Firemen stand on guard to keep everyone safe.
Oh I can imagine his young boy dreams of someday being one of those Hero Firemen or possibly one of those brave souls who do the smashing and crashing. Oh little boy dreams are always the best dreams. I do hope he does not have to wait too long for this show to begin.
The rain is slowing, the Doppler weather radar was right I can hear the roar of the engines in the pit where young and old mechanics alike work under hoods of cars, that are soon to be scrap metal with their heads full of dreams to the delight, or dismay of their Mothers.
Let the game begin. Cute little Fireman Boy is smiling.
Three… two ….One…….. Smash….crash…bang. The drenched crowd cheers. Oh I love this time of year.