High school did not prepare me very well for college. That lack of preparation coupled with my lack of maturity combined for two unsuccessful years of beginning college. This left me initially feeling like a failure. Recognizing that I wasn't ready I enlisted in the Marines for three years. When I was discharged I returned to college with direction and purpose. Had my intitial attempt at college been a success I wouldn't have enlisted. Had I not enlisted I would not have been in college where Joanne was working and very likely we'd never have met. Perhaps I should write an ode to early failure, 😁 This all came to mind when I read the poem, below.
Red fox
If, at the breakfast table,
I had not looked up just
as the red fox, burnished
coat glinting, trotted past,
white-tipped tail carried
like a flag, I would have
missed him. I would have
missed him if I’d slept late,
sneezed, or even blinked
which makes me think how
much I’ve missed because
of chance—if chance is what
it is—the life I might have
lived if I’d turned left instead
of right, responded no instead
of yes, walked through one
door, not the other. I’m not
complaining: I wouldn’t have
it otherwise given all I would
have missed; this life, this love,
this fox outside the window,
Takk for alt,
Al
Lunch time!
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