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Roller Coaster Days

Do you ever get that feeling that your life is just waiting for the next turn or dip, like on a roller coaster? Or perhaps you're fearful that the car you're in will just fall off the tracks. I don't think I'm about to fall out, as I'm securely buckled in, but my knuckles seem to be white as I hold on. The problem is I have some 7-foot giant in front of me, so I can not see what is coming.

I remember, as a kid, going to some podunk little theme park. The workers gave the instruction that if the ride was getting to you, you could just raise your hand, and they would let you off. The only problem was that once the ride started, their girlfriend showed up and they were clueless that we'd been spinning on the tilt-a-whirl for 20 minutes. You know, it's really hard to hold your hand up while you're dizzy and the person next to you is throwing up in your lap.

So even though I sometimes want off the ride, you can understand why I may be a bit slow to raise my hand. That, and I remember hearing about the guy who had his hands lopped off when he raised his hands on a roller coaster. How's he ever supposed to get off a ride early now?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey, I just hopped over to your blog from SCL. Good post. I always kept my hand down - too afraid of how I looked in front of people.
Anonymous said…
Thanks for 'following' my blog! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. It's good to make your acquaintance. I'll be coming back to see what's up with you. God bless and happy blogging!
Ryan B said…
Hey Reality. I hopped over here from Matt's blog when I noticed that you had read Mark Steele's books.

I love both Flashbang and Half-Life/Die Already. And if you haven't read them, I also recommend Blue Like Jazz and Searching for God Knows What by Donald Miller. They are similar in writing style to Steele's and just as awesome.

I look forward to checking out more of you blog.

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