For nine hundred miles, I listened to the man in the seat next to mine on flight 224 from San Francisco to Denver. “How did I come to be a salesman?” he said. “Well, I joined the Navy when I was seventeen, in the middle of the war…” And he had gone to sea and he was in the invasion of Iwo Jima, taking troops and supplies up to the beach in a landing craft, under enemy fire. Incidents many, and details of the time, back in the days when this man had been alive.
Then in five seconds he filled me in on the twenty-three years that came after the war: “…so I got this job with the company in 1945 and I’ve been there ever since.”
We landed at Denver Stapleton and the flight was over. I said goodbye to the salesman, and we went our ways into the crowd at the terminal and of course I never saw him again. But I didn’t forget him.
He had said it in so many words – the only real life he had known, the only real friends and real adventures, the only things worth remembering and reliving since he was born were a few scattered hours at sea in the middle of a world war.
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This passage appeared just a few pages into a book I started reading again last night, “A Gift of Wings” by Richard Bach. It struck me because it’s an interesting encounter but also because of what a friend of mine once said to me on his 31st birthday when I asked him how it feels to be clear of the haunting thirtieth. “Actually” he said laughing, “This one’s worse!”
He went on to explain that the past year had gone by so much faster than any other and he was worried about being 50 before long!
Deep down, we all know life is short. Sayings such as live each day to the fullest, seize the day, stop to smell the roses are well established on our cliche radar. But despite this, time still sneaks up on many of us and before we know we are fifty and stunned with disbelief.
I’m as guilty as any, but every once in awhile I come across something (like this book) that causes me to correct course towards the people and experiences that are most important to me.
How is your course?








